Floating

Floating

Gently floating down

Floating down

Down to the ground

The leaves are falling

Falling down

Falling gently to the ground

As days change

The air’s a chill

Too cool to enjoy

The morning thrill

Of coffee, of chat

Of patio flowers

Of outdoor prayer

The leaves are falling

The petals did fade

The roses, petunias begonias are gone

The tiny garden of beauty we made

Floating

Gently blowing away

Blowing, blowing, blowing

Autumn’s on the move

Cooling down

Getting colder

Winter’s icy breath

Is on the way

Frost

It’s getting frosty

Soon icy snow

Replaces life and green

But now

The dancing fingers

Of frosty patterns

Displace

The once clears pictures

Through my windowpane

Floating

Gently floating down

Floating down

Down to the ground

The snowflakes fall

A blanket to make

A blanket to make of white

And it too will change

Uglier before the warmth

Muddier before the grey turn

Before the grey turns green

Before the buds burst

Before roses bloom

Petals of red and pink and purple

Dance again

In a warm breeze

On a warm spring day