LYSSA LEAVES
In shades of gold and brown
Autumn leaves begin to fall.
A carpet of colours and shapes
Cover the ground.
I watch my playful dog
Frolicking and scattering,
My lovely Lyssa leaves.
In mottled shades and patterns
The winter sun shines through
Branches, barren and bare,
Warming the house and me.
A time to reminisce and contemplate,
As I sit and dream of the day
I planted my lovely Lyssa tree.
Delightfully dancing into spring,
My Lyssa tree leaps into colour
With bursts of innocent green.
Buds proudly reach for the sky
Swishing and swaying gently in the breeze,
To wait for the rhythm of rain.
Awakening my lovely Lyssa tree.
Summer and shade arrives,
Filling out the canopy,
Like an umbrella, it covers
And protects my courtyard
Where I sit with my dog
To enjoy the peace and stillness
Under my lovely Lyssa tree.