The last clinging leaves Are they clinging or pulling? To dance in the wind
The last clinging leaves Are they clinging or pulling? To dance in the wind
Whispers of winter Cold days grow even shorter As the last leaves fall
Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
Disappearing leaves Bare limbs reveal a grey sky Lost days repeating
Yellowing leaves fall Glimmering gold in the light My breath turns to ice
Watching skies turn grey Wind blown yellow leaves in flight Gliding in warm doors
After the rain falls And I open my window I hear a new song
Watching the leaves fall Spiraling and twisting down As musings wander
Just another shock When shock becomes meaningless God becomes shocking
It all makes sense now No! I’m just fooling myself I just need caffeine
The rising tide 