Falling Leaves

• Megan Schutte, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

The shower of gold rained down from the trees.
The wind picked them up, they swirled with ease.
Flutter by flutter, their stalks swirled and sank.
Flutter by flutter, there on that soft bank.
The sky like a ribbon, the sand like snow.
The branch was a friend, the wind was a foe.
Grey clouds arrived full of winter freeze,
And so goes the gold raining down from the trees.
Covered by snow the leaves soon were gone.
Though cloaked in cold the tree still lived on.
Whistling and whirling the wind shook the maple.
Whistling and whirling yet it still remained stable.
The sun grew warm and thawed the ice heart.
The days grew long and the cold did depart.
A sea of small buds could soon be seen.
Like precious gems of emerald green.