Falling

*tal steinberg*

Falling

Morning
Sun
Turns
Old
Leaves
Gold
And
Scatters
Them
Down
To
Cover
The
Ground
In
Bright
Flakes.
Nature
Makes
Then
Breaks
What
Has
Been
Done
And
Once
Again,
Autumn
Has
Won.
Now
The
Trees
Stand
Bereft,
And
Nothing
Of
Summer
Is
Left,
Until
Spring
Brings
Back
Everything.