The Gleaning of October
Gold rush
in late afternoon
a black crow announces
The sun tips its pool
on a chatter of trees
wading in flooded light
A fleet of leaves
like paper canoes
are whisked upstream
by whining wind
Whispered secrets
shushed away
in the hurry of days
growing shorter
~ Colleen Redman 11/1/07
Post note: For more poetic talk about the fall, visit Fragment From Floyd’s “A Sense of Fall.” [...]
