Fall Puddles

Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves
glistened in the small crisp pools
after this morning’s rain, late fall puddles
harvest pools of water with rounded edges
not like summer puddles, diffused edges
bleeding into the hot pavement
these were hard edged pools, held by
the will of the water molecules,
cells of living water, sparkling in the
warm refracted, reflected low light
of fall, white light, framing steel grey clouds
shafts of light filtering through the falling canopy
lighting the browns, yellows, reds of the season
before their dance to the earth


October 18, 2006 21:51
of the puddles at 4:15 this afternoon


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