Fall, leaves, fall, die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree
Very soon the trees will be stripped bare of leaves
and the green grass will be seen again.
Amidst the bleakness of winter peeks out the cheery Pansies,
always smiling, ready to perk up their heads no
matter how cold our winters may be.
Joining in Judith's Mosaic Monday.