Leaves Poem by Rich Harney

Anymore the leaves are not sitting
Loft in the trees or low,
Quiet you see as summer air knitting
A hot August breeze so slow.
Now as dancing as flippant as kites,
Glad, untethered to fly,
Up autumn avenues, drifting to nights,
So long!red yellow good - bye.

Though, as happy as horses neighing,
Comes the first desolate,
A leaf has found her happy heart praying
As winter's will will set,
I haven't branches to warm my cold veins,
Fall skies have shadow cost,
Icy cold specters and icy cold rains,
Fingers brittle with frost.
Come again spring, I don't relish this,
Bind me again to oak,
Married again note; to your perfect kiss,
I'm dead and brittle folk.