Leaves in the Wind

My impression of leaves whirling around O'Bryant Park one gray, chilly, blustery November morning. The only thing that seemed to be really animated and alive was the dead leaves; the people seemed lifeless in contrast.

I sit in the park and watch the leaves
Scurry before the wind caught in damp
Earthy-smelling tidal pools of brown
Red and amber in vertices of human
Geometry in myriad shades of gray cold
And hard radiating impersonality and the
Illusion of immortality but the wind has
No mind to be fooled by such nonsense

 

Around me bodies clenched tight as fists
Inside their clothes to retain warmth
Workers shoppers and derelicts slice
The moving air like fingers through cold
Molasses trodding on piles of leaves
Down the road of immediacy and urgency
To eternity neither seeing nor thinking
Eddies briefly circumnavigating fate

Reviews

[Theresa]

Nice imagery. I really like this piece especially how you got the idea.
" Molasses trodding on piles of leaves"
I like this line how you compare people to molasses. It doesn't surprise me that the leaves seemed more alive then the people since come late Autumn it seems people lose their vibrance and energy completely. Great job thanks for sharing.

[Alex Grichmanoff]

This really describes late autumn very well. Very nicely written. :D

[Jenny Nelson]

Really paints a picture of coldness, both in the atmosphere and within the people. Also kind of sends a feeling of separation from the one watching the leaves from the rest of the people he sees. Nice write!