Thursday, October 28, 2010

Autumn

The wind has scattered
oak leaves like hands
all across the sidewalk.
Shadows of the arching leaves
strain away from the sun
like desperate fingers.
The wind is still sighing.

3 comments:

dreamindance said...

Melancholy, much? :/

jfille said...

Well, I'm not really... But the oak leaves definitely are! All the other leaves turn red and orange and gold, but the oak leaves have to just turn dead brown and keep reaching across the sidewalk...

dreamindance said...

Makes me wonder what makes the oak leaves so different...which was obviously one of your objectives...haha...