Leaf Chorus

 

In May they suspend in silence,

Hushed green wiggles in the wind,

Which hum only muted splatters

Under fresh spring rains,

As glossy wet umbrellas.

In October, they chant color – and tap

Against each other – graduated now

To singing yellows, oranges and reds,

Aiming to parachute soon, searching

For a new place to croon.

But, it is late dreary November,

Blown across cold-hardened streets,

They strum their dry brittle edges,

Along pebble-chorded roads,

And ring now the loudest of all,

Celebrating Act Three – The Fall.

©2009 C. Page Highfill