The fall from the howl.

The howl of the wind

permeated the air in whispers

through the murmurs of the trees

rustling golds and browns in terror

leaving no doubt to the rumours

on hearing the screams,

lives were cut loose, 

felled leaves lay dead in Earth's gutter;

autumn has arrived.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Excellent metaphor and striking imagery. Great dichotomy in first two lines- howls and whispers...last two lines are stark and brilliant. Autumn as the slayer of leaves “ in Earth’s gutter”- stellar write Andrew!

[andrew mitchell]

Belated thank you's Annette.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this as an allegory...

the screams of war, the death of the leaf soldiers...
hanging on to life as long as they can, but circumstances just too strong a wind...
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Sorry its late but thank you.Jacob.