LEAVES The wind Dancing with leaves Tells stories to the trees And the wash of the storm Brings new stories to me Children play along the tide And the breeze brings them back At the end of the day When night comes to stay And the leaves ride their way Back down Crumpled and lonely The leaves that are left Curl up under storm shelter Weepy and dressed With the worries of winter And the spell of fall nights The fresh air straightens And plays with the leaves Curling them up again Letting them be Written in 2005. Poetry