Leaves

by Elsie Brady

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow

這張相片是兩個禮拜前，八月底拍的。

這樹，秋色已暖暖橙黃地燒起來，樹頂一片熾熱的火紅。唯幾許綠意猶眷戀地扯著艷夏驕陽的衣角。 

前兩天再經過，紅黃落葉飄零滿地，枝椏只留下幾葉稀疏枯黃在西風裡晃盪。 

秋天近了。 

秋來了。