13. Oct, 2018

Autumn Mischief

The wind whisks round
Our chimneys inside,
Chasing its tail,
Excited by scudding skies,
Then races out again
To scamper over roof tiles
And scratch them loose.
It has run up the trees
And crashed one down.
Now playing in fallen leaves,
It tosses them up like prey,
Then hides from the rain
In our chimneys again,
Rushing back to ground.

Ruth Enright