Red Leaves

a patchwork wreath of rust red leaves


Photo Red Leaves by David Loffman

morning fog
muffles sound from the world
trees become ghosts

Sunday evening -
three flat balloons
on a neighbor's gate

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dimanche soir -
trois ballons dégonflés
au portail d'un voisin

more naked each day,
the trees resort to shrieks and
murmurs--try, listen
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..circa Saturday, October 30, 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
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condensed
into a velvet flower
warmth

Polite and friendly

I greet them as I go by

bewildered cows

a flock of swifts
flash through he gloaming
solar lights too weak

quiet morning stroll
brittle song of dead leaves --
neighbors raking

after a week from hell
letting all my frustrations
melt in the breeze

Mahonia crowned
with spikes of golden flowers
sullen clouds linger

afternoon break
girl scout cookies delivered
on the hunt for milk

gusty winds
the sidewalk macarena
by skirted ones

morning commute
fog rolling up the hill
pools at its crest

the moon still awake
shadows of a passing bus
on the cherry tree

migrating birds
sit on telephone lines
wait for lead bird to move

sunny side up -
the waitress's smile as she
takes my order

a bed of cold ash--
all that remains of old fires
our passion spent

red drops of nightshade
a hedgehog looks for slugs
under the apple tree

through the front door-
full moon greets me
through lacy clouds

raking leaves
in the morning
stretching
canvases for
the afternoon wind

raindrops ring
against concrete pavers
scabby apples fall