A swirling burst of wind
whips an eddy of leaves to the sky,
recent shedding from nearby trees,
trees now mere skeletons of limbs
bared of the lush green of summer
and the bright colors of autumn.
Only a straggling of stubborn leaves,
not yet acceding to coming winter cold,
hang grimly to their mooring
and smile down in contempt for weaklings,
now a blanket of brown yielded
to the wind and coming winter.