Leaves…Leaving


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Frank Sinatra’s tune put me in the mood for autumn ponderings.

“The falling leaves
drift by the window,
the autumn leaves
of red and gold,”

LEAVES ARE:

Flaming papery shards burnt to a scratchy crisp–

Floating kaleidoscopes of yellows, oranges and reds–

Flying vibrant pieces of parchment gravitating earthward–

Flippant shreds of tree embellishments settling to the ground–

Freefalling wax papery scraps rehearsing their aerobatics–

Fluttering colorful debris delighting in merry-go-round rides–

Fragile remnants intermingling, forming loosely knit piles–

Fragments of mighty oaks forced into the atmosphere and back–

Fractured leftovers from past sun-filled summer days–

Frolicking foliage dancing wildly in tiny wisps of wind–

Frivolous flecks of decaying verdure appearing here and there–

Fidgeting scrappy leathery rags scurrying across the road–

Falling shapes flip-flopping as they twirl down, down to the ground–

Fiery shapely bits, as ashes from a flame,

Filling the dusty atmosphere with musty sweet aromas,

Flattening horizons of hills, rills and potholes,

Freeing the once green giants from their thick outer coats, and

Flitting pieces of spent adornments returning to the dust.

Prelude to Winter in F Sharp

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I

Saw

Signs

Today

Pumpkins

All a ’glowing

Orange leaves in hawthorn tree

Warbling breeze fluttering west to east

Sparrow chatter scattered here and there

Vegetable garden flattened to crew-ly-cut grass

A lone Blue jay complaint megaphoned to new arrivals

Blackbird covens congregating in darkening foggy shadows

Tweedly chirps of goldfinches changing into their drab winter wear

Pip-a-pip-a-pips as local cardinals brighten their royal crimson feathering

An ambling elderly man slowly dawdling towards some freshly fallen chestnuts

Dangling bird feeders awaiting the onslaught of scavenging loudmouthed grackles

Soybean dust-laden clouds billowing up like A-bombs over the southwestern desert

Over-yonder tree line sporting its argyle shaped oranges and yellows

Butterflies imbibing one last nip of nectar til spring

Rose bushes thrusting out one last bloom

Crepe myrtle

Blooms

Gone

Now

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All Fall Down

Fall Leaves on Branch New England, USA

(Fall Leaves on Branch New England, USA)

 

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Hot arid airs

Fill autumn days

Stifllin’ up senses

Stuffin’ up noses.

 

Cicadas buzz electric

Gnats whirl swirls

Skunk skits skulk

Midnight closes.

 

Spiders spin maze

Doilies atop grasses

Hornets stick nests

Split eaves affix.

 

Pine cones sprout

Squirrels scout out

Butterflies flit fit

Dip, flip their kix.

 

Coon-littered roads

Bug-smeared cars

Bloated dead bodies

Life long gone.

 

Trees scale leaves

Prelude music cue

Winter trumps flat

Life’s like that!

 

Come Fly with Me

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“The falling leaves drift by the window,
the autumn leaves of red and gold,”

a tune sung by Frank Sinatra, put me in the mood for autumn ponderings.

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Sharing with you as the thoughts fly by:

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Flaming papery shards burnt to a scratchy crisp–

Floating kaleidoscopes of yellows, oranges and reds–

Flying vibrant pieces of parchment gravitating earthward–

Flippant shreds of tree embellishments settling to the ground–

Free-falling wax papery scraps rehearsing their aerobatics–

Fluttering colorful debris delighting in merry-go-round rides–

Fragile remnants intermingling, forming loosely knit piles–

Fragments of mighty oaks forced into the atmosphere and back–

Fractured leftovers from past sun-filled summer days–

Frolicking foliage dancing wildly in tiny wisps of wind–

Frivolous flecks of decaying verdure appearing here and there–

Fidgeting scrappy leathery rags scurrying across the road–

Falling shapes flip-flopping as they twirl down, down to the ground–

Fiery shapely bits, as ashes from a flame,

Filling the dusty atmosphere with musty sweet aromas,

Flattening horizons of hills, rills and potholes,

Freeing the once green giants from their thick outer coats, and

Flitting pieces of spent adornments returning to the dust.

Colorful Acrobatics

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© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

 

A Frank Sinatra tune put me in the mood for autumn ponderings:

 

“The falling leaves drift by the window, the autumn leaves of red and gold.”

 

 

LEAVES ARE:

Flaming papery shards burnt to a scratchy crisp–

Floating kaleidoscopes of yellows, oranges and reds–

Flying vibrant pieces of parchment gravitating earthward–

Flippant shreds of tree embellishments settling to the ground–

Free-falling wax papery scraps rehearsing their aerobatics–

Fluttering colorful debris delighting in merry-go-round rides–

Fragile remnants intermingling, forming loosely knit piles–

Fragments of mighty oaks forced into the atmosphere and back–

Fractured leftovers from past sun-filled summer days–

Frolicking foliage dancing wildly in tiny wisps of wind–

Frivolous flecks of decaying verdure appearing here and there–

Fidgeting scrappy leathery rags scurrying across the road–

Falling shapes flip-flopping as they twirl down, down to the ground…

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Fiery shapely bits, as ashes from a flame,

Filling the dusty atmosphere with musty sweet aromas,

Flattening horizons of hills, rills and potholes,

Freeing the once green giants from their thick outer coats, and

Flitting pieces of washed-out adornments returning to dust.

Aah . . .Tumn

Fall Leaves on Branch

©2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

Hot arid airs

Fill autumn days

Stifllin’ up senses

Stuffin’ up noses.

 

Cicadas buzz electric

Gnats whirl swirls

Skunk skits skulk

Midnight closes.

 

Spiders spin maze

Doilies atop grasses

Hornets stick nests

Split eaves affix.

 

Pine cones sprout

Squirrels scout out

Butterflies flit fit

Dip, flip their kix.

 

Coon-littered roads

Bug-smeared cars

Bloated dead bodies

Life long gone.

 

Trees scale leaves

Prelude music cue

Winter trumps flat

Life’s like that!