
a breeze gusts,
and a moment later
leaves lazily fall

a breeze gusts,
and a moment later
leaves lazily fall

the foothills seen
through flame-colored leaves
look painted

green to burnt orange,
one tree holds the range of hues -
sometimes in one leaf

leaves swirl & tumble
through the cemetery-
danced to life

dried fluff
catches amber rays
and glows