The Broken Leaf

The broken leaf,
With red and yellow hues,
Remembers former days
Of newly birthed greenery.

But now at last,
In twilight's clarity,
Understanding dawns
In the palette of Autumn's muse.

The breathless scope
Of life lived beautifully
Calls for songs of joy
Among the windblown falling leaves.

The broken leaf,
With red and yellow hues,
Gently heeds the call,
Tumbling to the blanket below.

In fading light,
With one last glimpse above,
The radiant canopy
Dances to the robin's final tune.

7 September 2007 by Glen Alan Woods