Conformity rules, It may be said. But how dull Is life, with no spice?
Quick intake of breath. Crunching footfalls, leaves like rain. Riot of color.
The air turns colder. Deceptive bursts of color, Gone soon to slumber.
A racoon sleeps here, A deer often grazes there, Let them be, don’t share.
In the rain and wind, it seems a transparent wall sways; the other side?
Old feelings have died. Quiet; Until a stolen touch. Will they reignite?
Snow in the city, Mostly messy; but for a moment – glorious.
Gray day – dull, muted. Brown lifeless leaves, scattering. Earth ready to sleep.
From towering limbs They drop, gently floating down – Coloring the sky.
Black bodies pulsing, Pecking; An ominous sign? A murder most fowl?