Leaves of Season

The wind is a whorl of movement
frisky alongside an ancient trail
marking time on Autumn
leaves once clumped in an estate
of tribal planning --

the wind elevates its myriad
of colours
calico twists and turns
spiraling within a windy velocity

a mighty burst
followed by mini-toreadors
dashing and clashing

snaking rashly between poplars
from one trail to another

until bliss is a windless kiss.

© Richard L. Provencher