I love my trees; they listen so intent to all my thoughts.

Trees in Autumn

Autumn paints vivid shades of yellow, orange, and red

A palette of yellow gold, rusty red, scarlet, and russet, 

Crisp sunburnt leaves flutter peacefully in the autumn breeze

Float down to the ground where they scurry along hurried by the wind

Swept into burnished copper and ferrous red heaps

We leap into their piles kicking them around just to hear that rustling sound

Before the wind and rain stick them forever to the ground

A glistening bitter brown, black chocolate death

Where the worms abound.