Matter 2

It's a raucus

Symphony

Crisp leaves being tosseled

in the wind

Muted Clangings that

Crescendo with every gust

Tree branches

squeak out a melody

as the wind

blows through them--

their bark a rough reed

The birds play their flutes

and the scurry

of the squirrels

are the percussion

It's a chaotic scene--

this dying

With explosions of color

and the sun hanging low

in the sky

I should probably do

some yard work--

prepare for winter--

make it look more

tidy

Or

just let these beings

do their thing--

and enjoy the symphony

-November 22, 2026-