This fall I had a party
and all the leaves came down.
Dressed in festive colors,
they swirled and danced around.
The trees shook bony fingers
as the reds and yellows did jest
and oranges cavorted wildly
as they rustled around the rest.
The cool wind gusted in glee
and danced in inebriate joy,
whispering its seasonal warnings
as winter’s earliest envoy.
The evergreens stood by
and disdained the frolic and fun
(these ever-proper pines
would disrobe for no one.)
This party raged into the night
until the frost crept through
and with the dawning of the day,
the last of summer had bid adieu.