Plum colored plum leaves
swirl over each other
up the road,
gold leaves of birch and cherry
hold on against the wind,
windfall of fir branches and pine cones
half cover the street,
wind sings like traffic

It’s not so much a scatter
as a recombination,
this convocation of wind
and colored leaves, rain
and rays of sun —
release from former service
to the next gift,
coming into being
with the current of seasons
and moving onward.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2017