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 !
