The sky rained leaves on Monday.
Between the warm air and the wind,
the oaks could no longer hold tight
to their leaves like they usually do,
sometimes all winter.
The air rustled continuously as the
dry leaves moved, swirled and dropped
to the surface of the pond.
Floating for a while before sinking
to join their companions at the bottom.
Shadows of trees played in water
amongst the leaves.
While the contrails from a jet mixed
with the blue sky at noon.