Carpet of leaves.

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet rich and rare, 
Beneath the trees without a care. 
Content to sleep. their work well done, 
Colours gleaming in the sun.

Not that the colours were gleaming in the sun on my dark stroll!

Ahhh Monday...how did you arrive so quickly...and how is it already 8:30pm...time to stop work for the day!