September ~ mcvicker ~ 2009
I watch the leaves, middle - late September.
They chase each other around the yard.
They wait for cars, as they do,
to scare the driver and fiercely after, they pursue.
The wind kicks up a dust devil,
and a group dance has been proclaimed.
Round and round, dose doe,
the Mother shouts her commands.
Fiddles play and more join in
as the wind flings her tresses high.
Golden green on dancing limbs
Splashes yellow red.
Low set sun, a fine display
the day was warm as it sets to bed.
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