.
From dark, wet lawns
fallen leaves flee
to the gutters,
the streets
spinning cinnamon orange
until giddy, they tumble
in sun-dried whorls
to catch the next storm
out of town.
.
.
(c) 1999, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(a re-post)
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.
From dark, wet lawns
fallen leaves flee
to the gutters,
the streets
spinning cinnamon orange
until giddy, they tumble
in sun-dried whorls
to catch the next storm
out of town.
.
.
(c) 1999, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(a re-post)