From an opal sky
came an open wind–
from the quietude of corners
then mainly to his changing expression.
Leaves caught up in an
they rose in a flurry as they
reached two hundred feet.
Smaller broken pieces of leaves
escaped its grueling grip
folded and falling like a
crunchy origami rain.
Like geese flying south for the winter–
some fell headlong back to the earth
in V formation. Gathering once more
to continue dancing in squared off circles.