Fall Asleep
©2019 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
The sky is heavy with cloud;
Pregnant with sleet or snow.
The maples and birches shiver;
Their bright raiment now shed
In scattered heaps around their feet.
No longer wanted, the leaves wait
To travel on capricious winds,
Or to be tucked into hibernation
By gathering mounds of winter,
To sleep undisturbed,
Sheltering the silent soil
And all that lives beneath
Until Spring’s resurrection.