A sudden gust whirls them into spirals.
Eddies send them end over end;
brittle, they skitter on pavement.
A momentary pause before the next onslaught.
Tossed in the air,
released from their summer quarters,
at the mercy of each draft,
their dance reveals the invisible.
Edited to add: Emma from silverpebble is having a making winter bloghop.
Really fun to see what people are doing.