Autumn leaves… at last

The final act

Like a faulty tap.

And single leaves

Painful from trees

Drip, drip, drip…

Trying the patience

Of the saints, and me.

Yesterday, a whirlygig

Blows up

And kicks their

Ragged arses

to the ground

At last.

Winter.

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Posted on November 22, 2012, in Biophilia, Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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