A thousand and more leaves spread upon the streets

A thousand and more leaves spread upon the streets.
Each stained with orange at each step,
scattered with green, red and gold flecks.
Others fall alone, slowly towards the ground, 

and perhaps my worries are falling with them.
The enchantment fades, this dream is lost,
and in walking this far I have left many things behind.
What moved me once now seems aged. 

Fall, now you are here.
Through your branches, some of them bare,
gently blows a lively change. 

What are you hiding? What vitality you can't silence?
Because what everyone seems to find
I now search for amongst your leaves.

Picture by Timothy Eberly