Leaves Sing

Remembering,
My ears reached way, way up high today to hear
Brown afternoon leaves against a blue sun sky.
I leaned back, jacket open, gloves in my pocket,
Swinging like a melody below them
At the melting playground park
All by my splendid lonesome.
They sang a wind song so beautifully,
They reminded me
Of lost days on the lake,
My parents' towering cotton tree -
An old majestic shadow of mine who I could always hear
Standing in solitude
At the embankment of those passing waters.
From the sky. From way, way up high
His leaves would sing songs to me
All by my listening lonesome.
And between crescendos, that tall old cotton tree would
Breathe,
Sprinkling everywhere my eyes turned
White laughing cotton candy snow,
Falling moments into passing waters
Faint dustings of my childhood
My quiet father calling me home to
Listen
When wind blows,
Leaves sing.