swirly twirls roll rough shod over dead yards half naked trees shake what mamma nature gave them orphaned leaves cling desperately to lifeline branches frustrated by frenzied spasms stripped down to the last vibrant vestiges of Autumn's woefully weakened grasp as winter's stealthy approach is announced
Today's poetic exercise as I watched out the window...those last leaves dancing through my neighborhood and twirling up my nose giving me my usual Fall allergy blast !