Post A Poem

Drifters are kind of non-essential.

Don't really have a purpose,

no destination.

But when you see a bunch of them

together

Heading in the same direction--

you have to pause and wonder . . .

Maybe they do have a purpose.

Maybe they do have a destination.

Let's watch these yellow, orange and red

leaves

Drop from the trees

And drift down to the ground.

They do have a purpose--

They announce the rebirth of Fall!

--Evy Kristensen