Fallen leaves
Blown by Autumn’s breeze
Follow me
Into my residence.
There can be
No pretence
In these piling leaves
Of immortality.
But others will hear
The breeze
And see autumn leaves
Blowing near
In other years
When I am gone,
And as one
With leaves.
K Morris - Poet 
beautiful
Thank you, Beth. I’m pleased you like my poem
Lovely, Kevin.