Sandpiper Leaves

The dark leaves
Raced in a tight flock.
Their small bodies
Skimmed the smooth
And shiny surface
Of the city street.

Waves of traffic
Splashed loudly
And I remembered
Walking barefoot,
As sandpipers
Tumbled down the beach.

October is the Month of Depression

October
Is the month
Of depression.
It leaves me
Swollen with emotion,
Dark and crumbling,
Like a rain soaked
Rotten log.

There are moments though,
Crisp and bright,
When the leaves dance
And the trees whisper.
My spirit stirs,
Remembering
That as a child,
I laughed,
Scrunching through leaves,
And chased the wind.