Wilting veins
Of leaves
Crumpled brown,
Swirl together.
Kissing briefly,
Touching, as
The swirling wind
Scatters them
Into huddles
Beneath the seats
Or, piles
For toddlers to toss.
While newly naked
Trees stretch,
Leaf freed limbs
In the dancing wind.
Sounds of decay,
The symphony of this
Season, settling into
Autumnal sleep.