I was at the bus stop with my grandson. I watched as the traffic went by, making whirlwinds with the leaves. Than they would fall back into the ditch. Thus the scene repeated, as morning travelers were unaware.
Traffic going by,
puts leaves in a dizzy swirl,
falling by wayside,
each left to its own demise,
without kindred to console.
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I LOVE THIS!!!! Leaves--one of my favorite things. EXCELLENT!!!!!!!