Why Do They Do It?

 

Why do they do it?
Trying to be a cliché?
Chickens crossing road.

 It's getting colder
Even though the sun shines bright;
Moving to winter.

 

Shadow on the barn
Crisp as the morning air;
Bright as the blue sky.

 

 Leaves skitter softly--
Dry tap dances on the road;
Rushing to nowhere.

 

 Almost time for gloves;
Last week t shirts sufficed;
Brown leaves keep falling.

 

 There are always leaves
That hang on through the winter.
Expecting rebirth?

 

A telephone rings
In my pocket on my walk;
Two universes.

Faint whiff of flowers;
Unseen woodpecker drumming;
Senses of Fall.