Whirling.twirling, swirling round and round
As if chasing one another in a game of tag
Clicking and clacking like bones blowing in the wind
I sit there on the bench watching them a few times a day
Alone and quiet, nothing but me, the leaves and wind
And I wonder if I am the only one who sits out here day after day
Smoking a cigarette and watching the dead leaves dance in the wind
Wondering if anyone else thinks of them the way I do
If they too hear the sounds like bones clicking and clacking in the wind
If they too see it as a game of tag chasing one another round and round
This time, this quiet and aloneness, much needed to gather my thoughts
Never a soul out here when I come, no matter the time of day or night
Nothing but me , the leaves and wind.

Very nice

serenity expressed