An October Rainstorm Poem by Anne Selden Annab

No dance,

just drop:

Leaves fall faster

in the rain.

Drenched and sopping

heavy with wet

immune to breeze

and waft

Pulled

straight

down

(or sideways

down)

to earth

no shuffle, no scurry, no dither, no dilly-dally- just tree then land.

 

poem copyright ©2015 Anne Selden Annab

My November

       My November

An autumn errand
on a blue sky day
is the sound of leaves
and the sight of trees
ablaze - Sun Gold
Bronze Bright Red
Apricot Orange
Russet Brown all bringing out
airy tunnels of tree reach...
curving into glorious glorious
glorious gold all around
A treasury of ethereal
with late afternoon light.

poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab