By David Michael Jackson Fall Leaves It is those reds and violets which are so sure of themselves as the trees take turns catching my eye and then force me to return again to see the black and grey branches weave their spell among the few sunlit yellow leaves which are left. It is those same leaves now, those fall leaves, lying in the yard among the roots of the trees, and that sienna color of the bermuda grass which makes me rejoice that calm resolute kind of rejoicing which sniffs the winter air for that little bit of sunlight.   Fall Leaves Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, Originally published at Motherbird.com Send private comments about Fall Leaves to author:  editors@artvilla.com If you like Fall Leaves Poem Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com