Beneath
autumnal skies
The
suns strength diminishes
With
each passing day
Then
foliage turns slowly
From
green to gold
And
finally to red and brown
Before
fluttering to earth
The
gentle late summer breezes
Make
them dance
And
when breeze turns to raging storm
They’re
sent swirling
As
if court in some frenetic snow globe
The
lucky ones escape this chaos
And
ends their short lives
Trapped
Beneath hedgerows
Or
blown into quiet corners
The
rest whirl like dervishes
Hither
and thither
Until
the winter rains
Turn
them to mush under foot
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