A quiet street. Not a soul around.But the leaves put on a show anyway.
Like acrobats they glide thru the air,
flying with the greatest of ease.
Like dancers they pirouette,
turning, and whirling.
Done- they nosedive, nudged by the wind.
And like trained pilots,
land with precision,
on a runway of pillows-
red, orange, yellow and green.
Pastel, 5x7, $100.
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