Crunch, schlackle-khrackle, squish…
Phschluppa-khrieck-schlewmp and snap…
Through the late November wood…
Splinter, crackle, scrunch and smatter…
Flurry scurry and fly about.
Flutter and rustle, schlicha-klecha…
By the wet North Wind blown,
Bustling hither and thither and yon…
Falling, falling for Autumn down…
Brown frosted veins of former verdancy…
Crushing delicate detritus beneath
Footfalls under bare boned skeletal trees.
Whoosh and whish and rrurr…
Mechanized winds blow and push,
Pile high the last of Autumn’s fall.
Leap and fly, and land as they scatter!
Crinkle, crumble, crushed dead on the ground…
Rake them up and let's fly again,
To lie beneath as they flutter down
Reveling in the raining Autumn fall.
by D. Denise Dianaty
© 13 Nov 2014
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