Each one unaware
of its purpose,
Their destiny so clear
to us who observe
them as they create
the many mosaics,
and masterpieces
of crimson, Indian red and sienna
They individually
drift away so free,
and eloquently
some even aloofly.
How lucky my eyes
that I get to see them fall
Another Autumn to recall.
Photos by Melba Chirstie (all Rights Reserved)

