Leaves Once green.
The western wind was cold;
autumn here winter's herald,
a somber clarinet,forewarns,
falling leaves yellow, bronze
and shot with holes as caterpillars
turn to crysalis in eaves and curtain folds..
Shirt sleeves, jackets now protect the tan
that came with summer picnics in the garden
Many times we have said farewell
Many times again and more again.
.Crab trees , ripening fruits
a testament to a year far spent
golden beaches ,yachts, and donkeys
How many times have we said farewell
how many more to count, until . . . . . . .
Ask again,until you hear, no harm to ask
when you hear be pleased to know
Ask only,why.( How is yours to know )
Why beyond your understanding.
.Why ,today is the wind so cold?
Why are crab trees red with fruit ?
Leaves,once green, now bronze?