Falling leafs

 

by John King

 

As I drag my feet thru crisp leafs,

all around me are empty trees.

The leafs are differen't colors,

Some are bright, 

And some are bland.

They fell from the trees

And now cover the land.

In October the leafs start to turn.

And I like to smell them when they burn.

Children like to play in them when,

 they are pilled high,

And when I was  very young,

so did I.

I like to hear the russling they make,

And how light they are to rake.

But now it's time to rake them

And find some place to toss them.

Now I am looking to spring time

 when they blossom.