the maple leaves are changing hues-
cranberry, ochre, toffee, velvet, ember
all radiant from the cool wind-no blues
to witness the dying summer blooms
i marvel the maple leaves changing hues
exploding from green to colors to tickle
the fancy of poets & nourish the muses
of artists. imagine the harvest of sun-dried
fallen leaves on your hands & feet - whose
jolly idea was it to engulf you with earthly wishes-
maple trees are yielding (like myself), changing hues-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Folding Into Autumn, Hosted by Melissa Lemay. Thanks for your visit and comments. Fold Poem format by Gillena.
