
The Moon of the Falling Leaves
Those golden days of Autumn
when Summer sheds her leaves,
That turn to gold and drift like stars
to the ground beneath the trees.
Birds begin their Southward flight
below swirling clouds of fleece.
Like a clock, the world unwinds;
the days are filled with peace.
Mountains are ablaze with colors
of an Indian-blanket hue.
The sun sets in a purple haze
behind a ridge of cobalt blue.
Darkness falls without a sound,
as the evening shadows grow.
Stardust mingles with curls of smoke.
The pumpkin moon hangs low.
The Moon of the Falling Leaves,
a time to pause in thoughts profound,
and marvel at the beauty of an Autumn world,
painted by The Master's hand.