In the wind

In the wind
The tree-leaves, hitherandyoning:
                               (Falling)
Gently
In the wind...
Covered, dressed in Mucor.
Passed down from Adam,
His apple-green coronet:
Withering
In the wind.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

You are six lines short of being a master writer.

[Pryde Foltz]

We are all fed from the soil and to the soil we go when we fall. Excellent write, Randall.