And whence the streets world over are covered,
With browning leaves that float on down,
As chilly winds blow and clouds hovered,
Upon the brown leaf covered town,

Fall has begun and now all things,
Start dying for their time has come,
And all the trees await the spring,
As the chill begins to make you numb,

The brown leaves fall uncaringly,
Onto the streets they meet their doom,
And swept up clean by you and me,
Into a pile, their silent tomb,

The leaves that rustle are sometimes said,
Look down at their brothers who've long since gone,
They look down on us and remember the shade,
They once provided, but now look forlorn,

The tree in losing its generous foilage,
It shows us beauty so profound,
The hues of red, yellow and orange,
Before the leaves they fall to ground,

But fall has just begun this year,
And so there's time to enjoy the trees,
Forget them not and while they're here,
Enjoy their color and beauty, please.

[by elfboy]

*Note: The reason why this piece is called Poetry Reviving, was because the message board topic many other poets post on had become quiet over the last couple of weeks of summer. This was the poem I composed to revive the topic.