We scan the autumn trees
Watching falling leaves
As they linger for a while
Pausing like a smile
On the lips of lovers
They dance on bare branches
Before taking their chances
Tumbling to the ground
Silent, not a sound
Joining others there below
Their flourishing will remain
In memories of the same
Young leaves of spring
Now lost until that thing
We call winter is gone and past
Then in our minds eye
Casting looks into the sky
We see our lost
Understand the cost
Our tears, our love for the summer blossoms
Minister Me 