Maple Trees

The red crunchy leaves on the empty road,

the wind sways left and right, picking them up,

making them fly across the town,

like brown stars fluttering through the air,

over the city and over the mountains, up and up.

They fall back down but we will see them again,

at autumn time.

Reminds me of Canada,

A place I would like to be,

frolicking in the snow,

with nature and me.