Flying Away

Orange and red gleaming in the sun,

the leaves grew with impossible speed

beckoning everyone

with their splendour and fragrance.

Never have I seen such vibrant beauty,

swaying in all its grandeur

 

The next day I realised the dance

was in fact a tremble

and the beauty and aroma

were a parting gift

for others to remember the leaves

after they fall a prey

to the autumn