Each fall, I dread seeing the leaves leave my fine old oak tree outside my west window.
They turn a bring red before they fall gracefully to the ground.
Nevertheless, I couldn't help but rejoice today as I drove to work on this windy fall day just after a rain. The leaves were having a ball in the streets. They were actually dancing daring the cars to run over them. They continued to dance even after being run over.
It was truly a morning to celebrate this beautiful time of year, and to wonder if we will ever be as free as those leaves of all colors cut off from Mother Tree.
The streets and streams
Frolicking forever it seems.
Watching in wonder
Seeing the season's
We see how leaves
Fall far from the trees
Feasting on freedom
Of death in the breeze.