Sonnet for Dry Leaves

Like ungulates on the Serengeti,

leaves gallop in herds across the empty

lot, carving uneven arcs through the air.

Straight October winds lend velocity,

acceleration, lift, fluidity,

and I imagine myself in midair,

high above the plains, observing frantic

herds of bushbucks, impalas and dik-diks

breaking around acacias, they scramble,

moving as if of one mind, erratic

turns punctuating smooth parabolic

leaps as they evade some unseen jackal.

Leaves skitter across asphalt, sunset glare

glinting gold as they fall still by the wall.

— Laura Eleanor Holloway

Laura Eleanor Holloway lives in Washington Crossing, Pa. She tutors both writing and math.