When Leaves Fly*

on wind shear

opening November

some find feet

in tall grass

and lean against

the fence to watch,

still life

till snowfall.


A few entertain

the curb and dare

to skate between

the traffic backwards,

cameos in slow motion

who reappear again

dancing in my head

into April.


Jerome L. McElroy


*Accepted in The Christian Science Monitor (Summer 2000).