By Mark Crimmins

A playful breeze  
precipitated  
The inevitable exodus
Clinging to parental limbs,  
In nervous throngs,  
The leaves conversed,  
Then trembled  
At the mandate  
Of wind,  
Sinking in air  
Onto a liquid path.  

Buoyant foliage  
In calm procession  
Populated the stream,  
Borne towards Jordan.  

Mark Crimmins