Poem expanded – adding some angles
A FALL MOMENT
Austin, Nov. 27, 2014
The ancient elm, shaking herself awake
releases a shower of small golden leaves
Turning each edge to the rising of sun
they dance in a small breeze ballet
Some cheekily exposing cheeks
some shyly turning away
some reaching back to momma tree
some rushing to grace the ground
some hanging in hesitant suspension
If it were not Thanksgiving day
I would be grateful anyway