Golden Autumn

 Leaves

How silently they tumble down and come to rest upon the ground

to lay a carpet, rich and rare, beneath the trees without a care,

content to sleep, their work well done, colours gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly until they nearly reach the sky.

Twisting, turning through the air till all the trees stand stark and bare.

Exhausted, drop to earth below to wait, like children, for…winter.

Elsie Brady - Scottish poet