by Kevin T McEneaney
Red, yellow, orange leaves fleeing in wind
tumble on lawns, barren gardens, and roads,
their colors turning to atrophied brown.
The echoing sound of rattling buzz saws
swell in brute cacophony of mischief.
Turbulent winds blow with erratic huff,
stripping bare every forking black branch
except proud, pyramidal evergreens
that dye their green to a more trenchant hue.
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A gaggle of straw splints decorate lawns
trampled down by bitter November blasts
as varied stones become more visible…
I watch black ants scurry to their hometown
and imagine snowflakes dancing in air….
