Autumn springs out of the seasonal tapestry,
I am that tree you see in the grove
With a few green leaves
Buds still shooting
Clinging to past seasons,
Good memories.
Dropping plenty of orange
Precipitously,
A heart felt celebration
The Aftermath
Leaves,
Nature’s Confetti.
-Dante
My contribution to a collaborative poem by Neha from the blog, ForgottenMeadows