Each leaf falls out slowly...

Sitting by the stream
Silent ripples caressing  our reflections
Tall and stoic
The trees stand
Aglow with the autumn sun
They hold a mirror to my soul
My greenish inner child
to my yellow mellow woman
My passionate red
to my faint pink glow
My glistening golden
to color my dreams
My courageous orange
to my carefree ochre
My deepest purple
to my faint green murmur
Wise are the trees
the passing colors they hold
'Cause they are to drop all emotions, colors and coats
to nakedly embrace cold
Soak in its tormenting glory
and revel in the knowing
The precious lives those which

shall soon unfold....