I'm not sure I get it but I like it. So many textures & patterns; such inner and outer movement. Beautiful use of language and imagery.
Brian, thanks. I must be writing in dreamland this week... :o) I thought the beautiful orange and green leaves at the bus stop looked like paisley... But, a poem that leaves a response is all that matters. It seems to have brought a pleasant feeling. Thank you for your kind comment. Can you believe it is November? I want to be a leaf in that wind-blown ecstasy, but in slow motion. :o) ~Kay
An interesting verb choice."I want to be a leaf in that wind-blown ecstasy, but in slow motion."WOW!This reminds me of the famous scene of the flying plastic bag (sorry not a leaf) in American Beauty. See the scene at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu8_8TJC9E8Chen-ou