You have to watch closely
It wasn’t an extraordinary day
Overcast
Slow starting
Grey
I looked upon the morning
While I brewed a cup
My mind still forming
When I saw a little glimpse
Of something new
The remnant leaves
Of last year’s trees
Awakening
And strewn about
Across my view
They started gathering
And there in little eddies
Did they spin and twirl
And all the while
Chattering
Appearing more like flocks
Of birds
They hopped
And flew
And happily they reeled into my yard
Where hanging from a
Lilac branch
A squirrel was spellbound too
We watched together
As they danced
And chirped
And seemed quite independent
Of the wind
A spiral spirit of their own
Their brittle hearts
Still full of life
Within



Sara Mathews    March 2016