Leaves

LEAVES

It's this time of year in the fall
the leaves are as a colored wall
and still I look before they go
to see the prettiest yet to show.

Of some I should have chosen
for the peak I know not when
the day the browning begins, 
leaving only "should of beens."

So it is time to make up my mind
which of the prettiest did I find,
that to my eyes brought delight
before comes a long winter night.

John Mullinax November 2009