Susurrus
Our maple leaf litter-
brown orange red
gold glinting
all over the lawn.
Wind currents tug
and toss, stirring
susurrus...
More oak leaves
dance down
fluttering.
A trick of light
near my feet
reveals a curious
brown wren,
a leaf shape
shadow
there all along
watching.
poem copyright ©2015 Anne Selden Annab
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