Randomly Daubed Leaves Poem by Denis Mair

(for a photograph of fall leaves by Klyd Watkins)
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Most leaves have cast their vote for winter;

meanwhile, some leaves are still imagining summer.

Why does the leafage resemble desultory, little daubs?

The original leaf pattern has been randomly stripped by wind.

The season's time is the order of the day,

but each leaf has its own time

to cross over from thriving to failing.

There are so many leaf stems holding on;

the timing of abscission cannot be uniform.