Leaves and Life

Perhaps I missed the changing colors that signal the progression of the seasons
But there is no missing the dry brown leaves that now descend to their earthly homes
Never alone, but always in every growing groups
Huddling against stone walls, against tree trunks,
Against anything that will provide their lifeless lightness with structure
Only to be moved about without control
Pushed by the breezes of the wind or the cars rushing by
To new homes with new groups with which there will be but a temporary stay
Before the comb like rakes and hurricane wind machines move them out of sight
Where we no longer have to look on them or deal with their troublesome appearance.

Perhaps I missed the changing times that signal the downward trend of the society
But there is no missing the once self-sufficient who now descend to their foreign homes
No longer alone, but newly in ever growing groups
Huddling on sidewalks, in shelters,
In anything that will provide their lightless lives with sustenance
Only to be moved about without control
Pushed by the breezes of governmental agencies and social services.
To new homes with new groups with which there will be but a temporary stay.
Before the comb like rules and hot air regulations move them out of sight
Where we no longer have to look on them or deal with their troublesome appearance.