November 1, 2017

Raining Leaves

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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