Thousands,
Of leaves.
Blowing by,
On the north wind.
Rolling,
On the streets,
Flitting,
On the grass.
Thousands,
Of colors.
Reds, yellows, browns,
Myriads of each.
Returning,
To the Earth.
Thousands,
Of butterflies,
Blowing by.
On the north wind.
Loafing,
On the streets,
Flitting on the grass.
Thousands,
Of colors.
Blacks, blues, oranges.
Myriads, of each.
Chasing leaves.
As they return,
To the Earth.
Glorious Fall.
9/27/13 Alton Texas
The little town, with a McDonalds.
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaves-and-butterflies/
