Down This Soft Fall Day

Softly the leaves fall,
Fluttering, soaring and diving,
All without a sound.

Tiny spider web,
One strand shining in the sun,
Outside my window.

Watching fuzzy bear
Harvey stares into its fur
To see what is there.

Two birds on a wire
(Thanks due to Central Hudson);
It is for the birds.

Clunking down a tree
Squirrel knocks over limbs and leaves--
Animal klutzdom.

Once they touch the road
Leaves are no longer silent;
They crunch and chatter.

In front and on back
She carries two tender loads
Down this soft Fall day.

Something is squeaking;
Surely can't be my old shoes;
Maybe it's my knees.