MEDLEY

From trees—

cheep-

ing birds

 

flap 

heralding bright 

full 

gusts of 

new autumnal 

wind—

the kind that 

rustle all their dusty

branches—displacing these 

tussled grass-

fulls—of embarrassed 

would-

be apple hopefuls that 

now look—

so 

pretty 

dis-

appointed.