Today the leaves are surely at a peak.
Like passion at the start of an affair.
I bet they’ll all be gone by late next week.

But just for now each leaf’s a blushing cheek,
A splash of ruby splendor in the air.
Today the leaves are surely at a peak.

Their lavish colors cool my need to speak
Of future autumns we might never share.
I bet they’ll all be gone by late next week,

Which makes their fleeting beauty so unique.
A swing from bold elation to despair.
Today the leaves are surely at a peak.

No longer green, they’re glazed in purple chic,
Soft bands of bronze that sparkle here and there.
I bet they’ll all be gone by late next week.

And then begins Dame Winter’s cool mystique.
A silver world, each branch completely bare.
Today the leaves are surely at a peak.
I bet they’ll all be gone by late next week.