2020.11.24: wind blown

lone sycamore leaf
foreign to the treeless yard
joins the gathered pile

2020.11.14: shadow box

ready or not, jump
hand in hand, let’s ride the wind
as long as it takes

to decay and be absorbed
to bud again one fine spring

2020.03.07: reprise

strong southwesterly
swirling through the closed alley
oak leaves fly again

2020.02.24: clingers

warm spring breeze stirring
whisperings from the dead ones
time to let them go

2019.01.13: bon voyage

mid-winter windstorm
the last of the oak leaves
take flight