Autumn's Leaves Must Fall

Autumn's Leaves Must Fall
By
Richard Vance


Autumn leaves that fall at last,
rebel against the season’s charge,
and cling to branches till the end,
To lose a fight that never could be won.

Ripped rudely from a summer’s perch,
Form silhouettes against a blustery sky,
And toss about on cold north winds
No final resting spot devised

To fall and land at nature’s will
In random patterns on the ground
the reds and yellows, orange, greens and brown
the jigsaw puzzle’s parts commence.