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.