Swirling, curling, the wind
Blew leaves from cracks
And crevices hidden from
Our eyes – surprise, surprise!
We who thought it cleanly swept
Since the last leaves had left
Tree branches bare, bereft
Of foliage, now find dried leaves,
Sun-fried to a crisp, strewn
Confetti-style across the lawn.
©Denise G Allen, 08 July 2014 12:03