This chill mid-winter wind startles
the last of Summer’s leaves loose
a spectacular flowing flight
from trees clustered along my homeward drive.
Twisting together like smoke, they move,
and wind along and above this darkening lane
leaves swirling and falling ahead, before my car
and off across the stubbled, midwinter cornfield
now crisp and bare and brown.
Dark leaves spin, scatter, stutter and still
falling to earth, dropping grounded
The bitter air, empty.
My car and I move on along this frozen field
into a grey and silent twilight
In the space of one quick breath
a swift burst of life
And wings rise together out of stillness
filling the chill air
This winter flight of starlings climbs and curves
wheeling as one, they lift up and on
full of wings, full of life
Not falling leaves