I walk along a paved trail.
It’s lined with many trees,
Leaves on branches, others,
littering the ground, colors,
gold and yellow and red,
crunching under my feet.
The wind stirs them up.
A few birds are singing.
Sweet smells to the air.
The benches sit empty.
Briskness with the breeze,
but the sunlight warms me.
A quiet autumn afternoon.
I walk a little further on,
and pass a bubbling brook.
Other people pass me by.
They are enjoying the leaves.
Winter will be here too soon.
So for now, I enjoy them also.
Poetry