Early Falling Leaves

Autumn is not technically here But it has arrived nonetheless With brown crisp maple leaves and their Imagined conspicuousness. Each with its own conformation: Some taking forms of tortoises As they swirled downward in the sun; Others twirled like ballerinas In a sleeping beauty ballet. Most fell unassumingly down Nevertheless, quite a display For a mere poet on the ground This Monday morning unrehearsed Depicted in a poets verse.