A Yard Full Of Leaves

Anemoi are fierce today Attacking from all directions Carrying orders from Thanatos Life must go out alike of Woods, valley and bower. Rodents scuttle to go underground Birds take off on long journey And men stock their shelters Anticipating season's change. Wind shook the tree branches Like acute cough shakes the Sick, old skeleton facing life's end. Leaves that in a spectrum of colors Once made the trees look magnificent Graced the vines in arbor And swept the forest in fluorescent beauty Flew in all directions released To have a short taste of freedom. They danced on streets Romanced the waterways Churned silence with nimble cadence And fell upon earth in heaps. Filled the ditches Covered the lawns And brushed against window panes Jovial and free spirited. Submitting to the brutal assault Of wild Boreas and Notos They are the harbinger Of season's change Almost numinous in their gentle Reminder of Life's finite moments There isn't a graveyard As humbling and serene As a yard full of dead leaves.