In the wind the leaves pile the sidewalk like snowflakes
The whole avenue is brown and dusty
Crumpling under foot, fading in decay.
The air is tainted with their smell.
The trees, green. going to brown
Signal the end of green.
Barren and brown they'll stand
Carrying tendrils of snow.
But snow and leaves are one.
They strew the paths
Crunch and die beneath the tread
Turn to dust and rain to feed the soil.