Sonnet CXLI

The leaves are ripening to rosy reds,
vermilion and orange, gold and brown.
Like fruit, their colour deepens in their heads,
unlike them, feed our ears with crinkly sounds.

When fallen, ripened leaves fill lovely beds
and feed the grass as well, its life endowed.
For from the trees those ripened fruits are dead,
but bring new life from where they strangely drowned.

But glabrous leaves feed more than worms and such,
they feed the eyes with multicoloured hues.
Thus autumn cheers the soul, the eyes, the mind
with its enticing, rainbow-coloured touch,
which by a happy home above imbued
with vibrant hues and usefulness combined.