Fall came on fast this year. I usually try to remember the first changing leaf I noticed and where I saw it. Looking back through some of the photos from this week I noticed the changing leaves in this one and it dawned on me that it really is about that time. It made me think about how slowly the change occurs.
Like falling paint drops of yellow and red
that embellish the trees of our town
I imagine a painter so high overhead
with two buckets of paint sloshing ’round
One bucket is filled with the color of gold
stolen right from the sun in the sky
the other a red so incredibly bold
like a light being shined in your eye
Now his buckets are full and his mission is planned
as he splashes the paint through the sky
No leaf left unpainted by Autumn’s last stand
for by winter they’ll all say goodbye
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