AUTUMN SKY
Off the tip of the highest
oak
far away from us city folk
the little leaf begins to fly
falling, falling from the sky
that cloud filled Autumn sky
Off the tip of the highest oak
Blown by the restless breeze
over and through the forest
trees
around and across the hard
woods bare
the soaring leaf travels
who-knows-where ... without a care
falling, falling from the sky
that cloud filled Autumn sky
Fly, fly, where does it dare
across the fields harvested
bare
along the meadow’s hedgerow
there
and up into the Autumn sky
that cloud filled Autumn sky
Up, fly up, fly up again
around the trees and swooping
low
across the pumpkin fields it
blows
through the weathered village
fair
down the gushing streams with
care
falling, falling from the sky
that cloud filled Autumn sky
Up, fly up, fly up again
And up again and down to rest
upon a farmer who laughs in
jest
a gust sweeps by and again it
blows
along stone fences built so
low
until the final journey slows
... and stops
The little leaf rests, no
more gusts
until the snow lays deep and
crush
and blankets it till spring’s
wet slush
to turn it into ground and
mush
to help a new oak find it’s
lie
and aim up to the fresh
spring sky
to grow a leaf and reach so
high
with life’s true colours of
green then red, oh my
When seasons turn in nature’s
wise
Autumn tells the leaf “let go
and fly,
begin your journey before you die.”
So the leaf begins to fly
into the windy, cool, fall
sky.
That cloud filled Autumn sky
Copyright © 2000 Brian R. R.
Hebb
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