Monday
Oct222012
Fall

The wind blew
I knew because I heard the
Dry rustle
Of leaves that are still hanging on
Cleaving, clinging, bringing
Something of a mystery
Something I cannot place
Drying, dying but
Not ready to fall
Swishing wind making the leaves dance
Before they fall


Reader Comments (2)
Beautiful.
(and thank you for adding me to your blogroll.)
Blessings,
Sandy
Love this.