As leaves fall down - 3rd draft

As leaves float down - 3rd draft



As leaves float down, on gentled breeze
In Autumn dance beneath the trees
They o dust the earth in shades of red,
Russet, gold, a wondrous spread;
A crimson sun on wooded lees.

These are the sprites of nature's ease
Who twist and twirl in merry tease
Then land to upon and earthen a comfy bed,
As leaves float down.

The artist's brush paints as he sees
The bloodied ground a startling frieze
While poet's write in mournful dread
A metaphor of loves' tears shed
Yet seasons pass as each does please,
As leaves float down.