Wind And A Leaf Poem by Dennis Lange

The north wind blew a single leaf,
Dried like a golden harvest sheaf,
Across my driveway's cool hard sheet,
Near where the grass and concrete meet.

I heard its scuttle's scratchy call
Before I saw that beetle crawl.
It was as though a fingernail
Across a chalkboard scraped a trail.

I shuddered as I heard the sound;
I shivered as the wind blew 'round.
I knew within my still warm heart
That both were signs of Winter's start.