08 December 2009


What roads do the leaves go down
when summer's through with them 
and autumn blows their worry from its bosom 
like a shot sun's gush?

I have listened to leaves trade secrets with
the stone from the lake's bed and 
the moss from the rock's ancient frown. 
Skim or swim, says one. 
Don't let go, says the other.
But leaf song never misses its take:
Laugh and spend, it advices
Laugh and spend.

PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)