Bewitched Leaves

Bewitched Leaves
By Tatiana Pahlen

Dancing wildly on the sidewalk,
twisting, spinning, twirling aimlessly,
the turning leaves turned to tornadoes,
hovering above the walls,
like countless elated dervishes,
possessed by the spice of faded Fall.

Conducted by the wicked gust
in harmony with a bully orchestra,
all mature into a whirling waltz,
luring the straying bits of trash
to join them in a magic dance.

My eyes are dazed by its performance;
sadly, tomorrow all will be rust.

November 27, 2004