Autumn crip'd leaves race down lichen'd roof tiles
to catch the next leap into waves of wind
tossing some to the sea of fields
others back on the slated shore
to repeat their crazy tumble run,
enthusiastically as before,
their tap toe rhythms trilling down
to invisible surf, breaking.
Fluffed-featherings disguise the fragile frames
of skeletal birds gathering insects
left by the footfalls of racing leaves
twigged feet, oblivious to season,
cold-spiked tiles, and bristling steel wind,
play accompaniment, add cohesion
to the boisterous symphonic sounds
nature's orchestra resounding.
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Cuttlebone and Cobwebs
PoetryThe beauty of everything from in the land sea and sky from Cuttlebones to Cobwebs
