Fall Shears the Trees

Fall shears the trees of their discolored leaves; the scattered robbins whine, unable to find another place for their little ones... they go back to the rusty gutters, not flattering themselves to be without one! Showers of gentle snow fall on the brenches drooping low; humming-birds anticipate an early good-bye to a frosty land... abandoned to a dormant state; the hunched woman,in a red cape, struggles an a wooden cane while her black hat is whisked by the impetous wirl-wind... an erratic boy catches it with a leap! Falls shears the trees with blows faster than clipping scissors, plucking the flowers' buds and scattering them on dusty streets... as they tussle to fall down to resemble broken-winged butterflies; toddlers twitter beyond illuminated windows, bewildering before the torrid dawn...