Leaves fall and withering spreads.
Color of spring turns from green into red.
Wind fondling branches, brings dance
to the edges of trees.
Forgotten remembrance recur, nostalgic
as rain brakes into tears.
The warm son reminds of the waning degree.
Nude skin in Jackets opposing nudeness of tree.
Little leaves playing, dancing circles
or play hide and seek.
All natures arrangements are made
for the end to be meet.
But not for too long after
as the shades of winter lay strong.
beautiful sprouts will awaken
and the end will be gone.
© Farzam Mikail Fardowsi
Picture thankfully used from here