Flying Leaves

Driving on the familiar road
in the early morning distance
between death-like sleep
and caffeinated hyper-sight,
a form moved across my eyes
ahead of me,
above the lanes.

The sky swirled high
with weaving leaves,
growing outward
and pulling back in
like a chest rising and falling
in search for air.

The spell lingered
for a few more deep breaths,

then broke in a rush
as the leaves spilled
out of the sky
and became
hundreds of joyous sparrows
on way to winter's home.


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Note: an expanded revision of "Flying Leafs" posted earlier.