Shiver

dark clouds and pigeons
like crosses
swooping
as a blue jay
shrieks
Scree!
And flits from tree
to tree
and a dead leaf slides
up the walkway
stops, starts again
revived by
a cold wind,
blowing gray scrum
of clouds
thick as pillows
above the
church steeple brooding,
while dry and
crumpled leaves of
the motionless trees
shiver.