A Yard Full Of Leaves

Anemois are fierce today

Attacking from all directions

Carrying orders from Thanatos 

Life must go alike out of  

Woods, valley and bower 

Rodents scuttle to go underground

Birds take off on long journey

And men stock their shelters

Anticipating season's change.

Wind shook the tree branches

Like acute cough shakes the

Sick, old skeleton facing life's end

Leaves that in a spectrum of color once

Made the trees look magnificent 

Graced the vines in arbor

And swept the forest in fluorescent beauty

Flew in all directions released

To have a short taste of freedom.

They danced on streets

Romanced the waterways

Churned silence with nimble cadence 

And fell upon earth in heaps 

Filled the ditches

Covered the lawns

And brushed against window panes

Jovial and free spirited.

Submitting to the brutal assault

Of wild Boreas and Notos

They are the harbinger

Of season's change 

Almost numinous in their gentle

Reminder of Life's finite moments 

There isn't a graveyard 

As humbling and serene

As a yard full of dead leaves.

11. 12. 2015