October 7, 2011

Yellow leaves of my two walnut trees
are scattering themselves higgledy piggledy
rolling and pirouetting as they fall.
Their descent in autumn is to me
their prettiest aspect, so dear, 
so balletic, so elegant.
And I do not mind that they gather
in soft drifts on my deck and 
porch even immediately I have swept,
another and again resting one upon
the other making their gentle 
acquaintance Hello!  Why hello! 
innocent as babies whose tender 
hearts are still wide open.