GOLDEN HARVEST

 

The autumn leaves fall

Like flakes of gold

Drifting to earth like surreal snow

In the golden harvest

As they fall, they dance

Wildly in the breeze

To autumns tune

Before coming to rest

Then on peaceful mornings

They gather in the quiet corners

That pepper the autumn landscape

Cast like a threadbare cloak

Spread by mother nature’s hand

And in the misty morn

The golden harvest

Lays deep and undisturbed

Like collected thoughts

In the corners of my mind

The watery sun slowly burns away the mist

And illuminates the October landscape  

Before the wind disturbs the peace

And chases the leaves away

Scattering them like my dreams