November 25th

img_0863Each autumn brings with it a carpet of leaves.
They’ve served their purpose and been
cast off by trees.  Like old broken
workers, no longer productive.

But they ain’t finished yet.  Though life’s slipped away.
They bring colours together to brighten the day.
On November mornings crowned by the frost
they lay there ready to be shuffled by feet,

to be gazed at in wonder, fingers point –
‘look at that’, to be thrown in the
air – flutter down like confetti with
drops of dew sparkling like diamonds.