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...
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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