Whispering winds unseen
Flowing shadows of green
Limbs gently swaying
Voices are saying
The leaves days numbered
Soon, Branches unencumbered
Green will turn to bright firey hues
Yellows, reds, and oranges against a sky blue
The whispering winds won’t last
Winter will make new shadows cast
I’ll sit for the whispering show
The actors I intimately know
I capture their dance
Wrapped up in the romance
I will mourn them when they go