Fall Due

The autumn leaves beneath the trees
engage in swirling whirling dance.
To tunes provided by the breeze.
As if they know it’s their last chance.
To show their beauty while they may
before their brilliant colours fade
and they fall subject to decay.
The dues they owe must be repaid.
The trees which lent them sustenance
will reabsorb their nutriments
When they have danced their final dance
according to the precedents
Nature established long ago.
They have no choice it must be so.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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