Like A Whirlwind....
Like A Whirlwind.
The transient gypsy of Autumn
dances gracefully past
in her multi-colored
Trees shed what's dead from limbs
bent in November's dismemberment.
Confetti amidst whirlwinds,
creating Mosaics in gutters
above and below.
Pumpkins dot harvest fields,
as corn stubble withers.
Buses rumble discharging pilgrims,
backpacked with knowledge
they long to shed much like the trees.
Leaf piles beckon,
Soon candy corn will be handfed
through masks that hide smiles,
as beggars seek treats to fill
pillowcases with snickers
while goblins skittle away.
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