Leaves In December

 

Leaves, a few stragglers in

December, just before Christmas,

some nailed down crabby

to ground frost,

some crackled by the bite

of nasty wind tones.

 

Some saved from the matchstick

that failed to light.

Some saved from the rake

by a forgetful gardener.

 

For these few freedom dancers

left to struggle with the bitterness:

wind dancers

wind dancers

move your frigid

bodies shaking like icicles 

hovering but a jiffy in sky,

kind of sympathetic to the seasons,

reluctant to permanently go,

rustic, not much time more to play.