I’d be happy to be your autumn tree.
To show you my true colours,
to talk with you through the wind,
to trim the trees for you with my pretty leaves,
to awe your sight with my vibrant colours,
to cushion the ground for you with my falls,
to playfully hide pathways from you,
to bring the Indian summer to you,
to flame your direction to winter.
I’d be happy to be your autumn dream.
By Gloria D. Gonsalves