Reflections | Dr. Leighton Ford (Mentoring)
A Poem For The Early Fall (Leighton Ford)
November 14, 2016
Without warning
A harsh, hard breeze whistled through
our back yard this morning
without warning, sneezed
and was gone, scattering
with its breath a flock of brilliant leaves,
shockingly yellow, swirling
like a troop of dancers
offering their final performance
of the season
before the curtain of fall fell
across the stage.
Leighton Ford, November 2015
