An October Afternoon Beauty

The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves- they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of a light grey storm- cloud awash in an October apricot- gold sunset. The dead leaves flap like the quick quaver of the wings of the Hummingbird, although its delicate hover is solitary. Within a sunlit afternoon a Hummingbird alit on a branch in a tree in an Autumn bloom..was still..almost like a miniature inanimate bird, yet zoetic, of course.The winged reptile was the hue of a morning sea. And the Hummingbird’s beauty transformed into a light perch on the limb of the fully flushed tree, for the weight of the bird did not bend the dove-tinted branch, not at all. The tree is now bursting with deep ruby berries. Its slender branch, a "finger" that held the blue-silvery Hummingbird last Summer now lies upon a mass of mocha orange chips. A tiny beast with sunflower eyes and sorrel-leucous dusky hues spots and chases the culled bony sprig as it is towed by her human. With this tiny leafless limb the cat is lured into her home. A few dying leaves fall, drift gently, quiver, and rest on the grass. The leaf-blower...