Autumn Breeze

A bright, brisk breeze blew October in

Trees sighed, relieved, flicked off their brown leaves 

Stretched their woody fingers to the sky

And, shivering off the stragglers, settled in to sleep.

The live oaks, embarrased for their bare-barked brothers,

Shook their green, green covers, tossed acorns about,

Waved softly at autumn's passing,

And watched for winter's promised coming