Leaves

Some leaves are putting on a pretty show
They said we have to expect a maelstrom soon
an armageddon to blow away the moon
And telling us to pack our bags and go.

We waited long and into wee small hours,
our lives to change, last minutes in our wills.
The fear and dread is palpable, and fills
imaginations with dreams of satanic powers.

Meanwhile the leaves, with neighbours unaware,
are whipping up excitement on the lawn
as foliage twists into a dancing fawn;
a largely missed delight, ’cause no-one’s there.

But, somehow, when all is said and done
as lawyers sharpened pencils to prepare
for claims and litigation… nightmare!
the weather’s playing games and having fun!

Instead of blowing gales, disaster trails,
it whispered to the trees and leaves “don’t worry…
we’ll have some fun with just a little flurry”.
So leaves put on a show; there were no rales.

© 2011 John Anstie