Yellow tears
drop from the ducts
of maple skies.
The fall cries
in descending circles.
Calm rains down,
baptizes flared sorrow
one on one
then one.
Trees rejoice,
then weep in offering
our golden silence.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Gerald the Writer 
If you’re not careful, you might cause me to like fall. (Actually, it’s not fall that I mind, as much as what follows it.)
The older I get the more I appreciate all the seasons. Thanks for stopping by!
Great poem. Awesome picture. My favorite time of year.
Mine too. Thanks for stopping by.
weeping in offering golden silence…this is awesome jerry…and what a wonderful pic as well