fall
    flurries

those bits of
crumbled color, crushed
                                     into
                        the ground

hints of red
crimson and gold
the fragrance of a season

                              brilliance
                                 so crisp
eyes nearly have to squint

leaves and color gently
drop from
branches
shredding
their yearly coat

floating down
       or pushed
            by
                  windy
                            gust

fall flurries