Jumping in the leaves

How silently they tumble downAnd come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly flyUntil they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the airTill all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth belowTo wait, like children, for the snow.

poem courtesy of http://www.dltk-holidays.com/fall/mbrady.htm

Jaedin and myself doing a yearly must do tradition in Grandpa's beautiful backyard.