by Nigel Percy

Created on: July 26, 2009

Autumn

You could see the wind's shape as the leaves spun
round and danced to heaps. They were for me,
to crash into their dry gold
and veined amber. I wanted to see
the monster hiding inside, watch it run
to the next pile. And all the time I kicked and laughed I'd hold
my mother's hand. She'd warn me that my shoes
would be filthy if I played like that
but let me kick anyway.
Leaves still fall, but now they all lie flat
and dull. I carefully pick my way through
and I have clean feet and my hand is empty now.

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