Natures Awe Poem by Rue Palmer

Yellow leaves flutter down,
Soft whispers of a gentle sound,
A golden dance upon the breeze,
They drift like dreams among the trees.

The sun spills light in threads of gold,
As autumn's story softly told,
Each leaf a page of time unbound,
A quiet flight without a sound.

They spiral, sway, and gently land,
A fleeting touch from nature's hand,
A carpet bright on earth below,
A fleeting blaze before the snow.

The wind will hum a quiet tune,
And leaves will rest beneath the moon,
A fleeting fire, bright and brief,
The quiet fall of yellow leaf.

By scubie albie