Leaves cling desperately to thin branches

But do they not know it is their time?

They must fall

As others do

They must let go

Of what they hold onto most

They fall eventually

And there is a soft crunch

As boots step onto the fallen leaves

Their colors bloom

Ranging from golden-yellow

To scarlet-red

The colors are the most beautiful

Some say

But what do I say?

I say it is the children

They smile

Those genuine smiles

Glued to their faces

Dimples on their plump cheeks

As they create piles of leaves

And jump into them

It's the happiest thing in the world

I believe

To see such a child so fixed

On a pile of leaves

Autumn

It is truly wonderful

I haven't written in awhile. I'm having some writer's block on my novel, so I thought, why not post a few poems on this site? Autumn is on it's way, the end of July will be here soon, so here's is my poem about autumn. Eh, it's okay. What do you think?