Windblown Leaves
A frost that sharpens the air and brings
A glorious avalanche of leaves
Tumbling cascade of torrent and colour
Pouring down from the trees
A dripping curtain of golden rain
Or drifting down with gentle patter
Spilling to carpet the earth beneach
Makes floating enameled jewels on water
Crisp underfoot to crunch and shuffle
There for all to kick and scuffle
Creating delicious crackling rustle
Caught by the wind they whirl and settle
Scorning the labours of puny man
Working with barrow who thinks he can
Mocking at those so busily sweeping
Up mountains of leaves and carefully heaping
Their evening fires with smoky plumes
They swirl again all efforts defeating
These leaves gathered in with rakes and brooms
Then chilly mist of evening brings
The tang of bonfire's rich perfumes
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