The turning leaves
When dying
Bring such beauty
to the land.
Green yellows
To golden umber,
Deep rust
And poppy red.
November's sad mists
Illuminated by symbolic poppies
As our thoughts turn
To those who gave their lives.
We will remember them
As trees around us
Shed their tears
The falling leaves of autumn.
Hipstamatic, Jane Lens, Ina's 1982 Film
