Passing Amongst the Leaves
As my two grandchildren and I walked through fall foliage,
Some leaves clung determinedly to reluctant branches,
Some swirled down on rays of sun and gentle breezes,
Some carpeted our path in a plush mosaic of autumnal hues.
The children scrambled joyously to pick the most beautiful leaves.
They chose ones unblemished, sharply defined, and brilliantly colored.
I also examined the moribund spray at my feet;
All were fatefully reposed for winterís frost.
Some were old and rumpled,
Some were young and straight,
Some were new and fragile.
Though tiny fingers favored a few,
Autumnís resplendent arms embraced them all.
Glenn D. Hayes
Copyright by Glenn D. Hayes
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