Two little elves
sat on the tree top
painting the leaves
in bright red tinge.
They took care and toiled
to color every ridge and
tint every tip
with a scarlet rain.
And then the sky blushed,
and the garden air flushed,
they tumbled down
and it was a Fall;
hey! my garden was covered
in a vibrant shawl!
The fallen leaves rustled and whispered
as the two elves tried to hop faster,
bringing forth a mellow pause
and an insight
between a scorching fiery tongue
and a cold winter frost bite;
their cheeks tomato red, they giggled,
they danced, they rolled and they jiggled,
then the cherry leaves murmured
about a new beginning and a future.
Dear Elves, is it because I couldn’t reach you
that you came down to my garden
with all blood and burgundy hue?
May be, like me, you have been lonely too?
Or perhaps, you brought another spring
for every leaf was a colorful flower anew!
Dear little Elves with your tiptoe and tango
You taught me to
smile and let go!