Blowing Toward the South

Ecclesiastes 1:6

Leaves like bitter fists
Curl against wintry winds
Torn from branches
Pumpkin, apple red, and umber
They skitter
On ice hard ground
Performing a puppet dance
In peasant colors.

J.M. Mirich

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