Toes curled round tight
hanging on to dear life,
arms spread up and out
balancing in the wind.
Safety line waves wildly
even the gentlest breeze
makes the branches sway.
In the gales, they see
other trees pulled out
& thrown to the ground
as if root's no anchor.
Every autumn, dreading,
turning lovely auburn.

Comments
shoe | April 26, 2010 - 18:15
The leaves dread autumn! you see things in a lovely way Kahdai, and write them beautifully too, I'm sad for leaves now.:~\
Kahdai | April 28, 2010 - 15:58
Aaw :( sorry shoe! Yet also Thank-you :) & don't be because they have good lives!