Hey, ho,

 Hey, ho, 

sunny day out there, 

and I just watched 

and listened to

dead leaves 

clicking as they

rolled, end-over-end 

across the yard, 

and then 

a pair of them 

picked up 

a gust of wind, 

and sailed 

into a 

leap-frog gait, 

hopping 

their way,

literally,

 

right 

into the 

shrubbery.  

It’s still March,

when no leaf is dead

for sure.

—Sef, 3/22/2025