Autumn leaves
Hanging in the sky
Waiting for heaven’s breath
To meet oblivion,
A final dance
A serenade.

Above, the sky
Below, the green
Between, the air
Awaits unseen;
Lovers will rise
In dancing fly.

In cold and dark
Almost forgot
Their wind blown aspect
Swept quite bare
But still a little
Sigh rests there.

A pool of light
And colour falls
Upon the earth
Which gently calls
To gather those
Who downwards go.

© G.Burns 16-Jun-2012