Leaves in Autumn Falling
Unseen leaves in the night on that
Tarp taut over the flatbed fell.
Now dawn doors slam, and the engine
Starts; on its driver’s newmade way,
At first slowly in exhaust mist,
The white ute, bonnet pearled with dew,
Strews in its wake this flimsy gold,
A bridal train of big confetti
Soon to soak rain and turn to mulch.
© David Lumsden, 2008
This poem was published in Tirra Lirra (Australia), Aura (U.S.A.) and Pennine Platform (U.K.)