A Yard Full Of Leaves Poem by Savita Tyagi

Anemoi are fierce today
Attacking from all directions
Carrying orders from Thanatos
Life must go out alike of
Woods, valley and bower.
Rodents scuttle to go underground
Birds take off on long journey
And men stock their shelters
Anticipating season's change.

Wind shook the tree branches
Like acute cough shakes the
Sick, old skeleton facing life's end.
Leaves that in a spectrum of colors
Once made the trees look magnificent
Graced the vines in arbor
And swept the forest in fluorescent beauty
Flew in all directions released
To have a short taste of freedom.

They danced on streets
Romanced the waterways
Churned silence with nimble cadence
And fell upon earth in heaps.
Filled the ditches
Covered the lawns
And brushed against window panes
Jovial and free spirited.

Submitting to the brutal assault
Of wild Boreas and Notos
They are the harbinger
Of season's change
Almost numinous in their gentle
Reminder of Life's finite moments
There isn't a graveyard
As humbling and serene
As a yard full of dead leaves.