a fallen leaf
suspended
upon two erroneous chaps lying
sideways
against a railing woman,
down, down,
winding around
newly cut stubble
finding rest
on a pile
of moldy compost
blending
with the earth
Autumn skies
tempered sheaths
of purple-grey
hang
with expectation
orange-gold
light
hugs the earth
favoring us
with ambience
and
artificial warmth
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 