Poem 9: Little Things

Green leaves turning gold
Each summer evening
The setting sun catches them
And burns out the green with gold

Red petals falling to the ground
After the bees have visited
The bright colour gone
After only a few days

White angel feather floating
Down from the deep blue sky
Lost by a bird flying overhead
Not noticed till it is gone

Pearl like halo of the moon
Her light seen through thin clouds
There for a minute then gone again
Only to reappear a moment later