Leavings

I.

The leaves gather in a
corner of the yard,
driven there by a
Dervish-like whirling,
until stopped by
the corner walls.

They lie still and quiet
imperceptive, until they
cannot be ignored,
a drab corner of the yard
made vibrant by a
flamboyant coalescence
of colors.

The chlorophyll canopy
that kept the yard in shade,
now takes refuge in that corner,
after one more frantic dance,
one last farewell,
to its parent-trees.

II.

The branches wave
in the October breeze,
shaking lose its
off-spring,
and bidding a melancholic
adieu,
to their children’s muddled
good-byes.

Bare branches looking
old and brittle,
the canopy now a
web of emptiness.

Puma/MMIX

Copyright 2009:Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.