A poem for fall.

1. I’m Watching

2. I’m Watching: A vortex of leaves swirl in the sky A cellulose confetti of discolored dye A medley of shapes flip spin drop rise A slow striptease of deciduous disguise A pack of trees run naked in the wind A wardrobe of fluttering waste descend A landscape shedding its used-up skin A bone structure of branches bared within A cluster of rejects piled in stray mounds A clatter of voices singing sidewalk sounds A wash of purple orange yellow and red A remnant of summer’s scattered dead

3. I’m Watching A poem by Wm Pitzer Copyright © 2009