October Love

This is a street

Of many trees

And now just now

The loud sound

Of a big wind

Blowing like a brew

Intoxicating the oaks and maples

Mingling like never before

Drunk from trunk to top with wind

Unashamed daylight lovers

Twisting wild and half spinning

Like plumed dancers on a Fat Tuesday

Quickly

Without hold

They stroke bark to bark

While leafy fingers sigh.

The sky behind

Neither bright nor dark

Makes like a bed

© Armell