October Branches

Amber branches turning slowly
Capturing October's yawn
Dropping winter's warnings lowly
Cover high, reflect the dawn

Birch and Elm, and Sugar Maple
Fingerpainting morning hues
Cling to heaven as you're able
Hasten not with seasoned cues.

Venture slowly on your journey
Breath your last upon the bough
'Fore you end your earthen tourney
Dangle while I watch you now.

Wait for me, oh turning branches
Nature's dances taking place,
Neighbor reds and greens in chances
Paint anew the Autumn's face.