How silently they tumble down and 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 fly wildly fly until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting,turning throught the air till all the trees stand stark and bear.
Exhausted,drop to earth below to wait,like children,for the snow.
I have enjoyed looking through the many blogs and hope to catch up with old and new ones.