Prompt - picture below.

Poem -

Slowly the mist starts to cover

Enveloping the fallen autumn leaves

As the leaves above the ground, hover

Just like a mother, the tree grieves

There lies the orange and brown

Once beautifully attached to the tree

Now lying lifeless and bland, down

Looking at the blue sky in an endless spree

Leaves let the tree know the reality

As it would come, born again as a new

This is just nature's inevitable plea

To shed and grow another beautiful view

The tree looks at the ground

As its leaves have lied down carefree

Without its warmth, the ground is crowned

Finally ready to be the carpet for the snow glee