Autumn Leaves

©2012 Bobbie Zamudio

       I’d love to see New England in the fall and witness the splendor of their leaves

To see them from afar and walk among those trees

To smell and touch and take in their magnificent display

Yellows, orange, rust and reds in such a brilliant array

Those leaves began as buds sprouting forth perfect and new

Like the promise of a new beginning for everyone to view

They took their place on the limb and held on with all their might

Their fresh green exuberance always a welcomed delight

They embraced every beautiful sun kissed day

Swayed with the wind and faced every storm that came their way

Much like the adversities we face within our own life

Remaining strong and steady or falling victim to the strife

Spring and summer have passed too quickly as fall has comes upon them

Almost time to let go of the tree to make room for next years buds on the limb

And it’s at the end of their time when they give their most beautiful story

Oh, but to be as they and take our last bow in such a blaze of glory