A double acrostic Writer's Cramp entry.
Toward mid-fall one usually sees leaves part,
having spent spring and summer in tree-touch,
enjoying stay on branches, drinking sun fire.
Yet one year leaves were lax in memory;
eager were they to remain where they were.
Autumn arrived with cooler air, and a plea
reminding leaves to blazon in color.
This they did, yet they hung on like a rat
hangs on to cheese, remaining color-rich.
Enough of green…try red-yellow-orange.
Let’s move forward now to winter, with hail,
energetic winds, snow on the walk, rime.
A riot of color in trees still, red sea
visuals hamming as if playing the improv.
Every color pleading attention full force.
Strength of a change in the trees were the leaves.
Frost gave way to melt like falling off a cliff.
Orange and yellow leaves on trees were a go.
Rigid were they in their holding power;
gripping sails of color rich tree dressing.
Oh the beauty, raiment leafy mojo!
Trees dressed all winter, now a spring event.
Take our applause oh lasting leaves extant!
Orion in the night sky loves you too.
Free falling leaves recover from their gaff;
all congregate now in a new arena.
Let’s celebrate another autumn’s spill;
look up as leaves in wondrous color fall.
“The Year The Leaves Forgot To Fall”