“Leaves – Late November”

They are so numerous and loud in their pattering and shaking,
I think it is rain
and stop my typing to look out the window
just in time to see a flock of them swooshing by sideways
hurling wherever. 

I wonder if they are afraid of the fall:
even as brightly dressed with all those autumn colors
as they have so boldly become,
you know they have to wonder what next,
what the ground must be like
and how much crunching lies in wait
before they turn to earth.