Blurs of color enter the scene,
Red,orange,yellow,and green;
Crunch at my foot as loud as it seems
There is no waking from this dream.
Rain falls like drool on a pillow,
As the leaves come and go;
The burning leaves, fire so low
Smell of sap brings sorrow.
Rain alone, like king versus pawn,
The Fall breeze soon is gone;
The neighbor rakes the last leaf off lawn
All must end, come break of dawn.
