Leaf Language (Poetry)

[center]A random sentence started
with words falling failing
not knowing where it’s going
strings of leaves all colours
scarlet saffron copper
drop and flutter drift
all sense lost no direction
except down the slanting pathways of the breeze
the chill air bearing their slightness
each narrow sliver like a wing that has no muscle
its beat borrowed from a passing gust
a mottling of age displays
veins drawn clear as maps
no longer any use to the tree that now disowns them
throws them scatters abandons
unwanted scraps
clears out the past summer’s clutter
until the house stands empty naked
all its windows open to the sky
sap thickened and still as a stopped clock
grown deaf to Time’s language
its crisp old echoes curling
caught in leaves.