Watching leaves fall
The scraping, flipping, and floating away,
the loosening and breaking from the wind today.
The banging, slamming, the noises heard,
clambering for the bird is the word.
Watching the branches bend and sway,
the leaves into little circles they play.
Empty nests, no eggs, and no birds,
without the birds there are no words.
No wings flapping, no echoing calls,
silently watching as the leaves fall.