Octoberfest

Leaves are falling
they exit their nest
Autumn's calling
and soon will rest

The strong winds come mauling

in from the west

and strike with an appalling

fist to the chest

and out with a gust, hauling

the Wicked's best

leaves the weak bawling

and stranded

and abandoned

and unblessed.

~dpb~ 

pic taken by dpb