55 – Raining Leaves

After the water and the cold
the leaves turned to gold on the trees
then succumbed to the wind.
Twirling lightly, fluttering like
tired butterflies
they fell on the streets and yards.
Everywhere, falling
drifting like snow
When a car drove past they took re-flight
before coming up flush with the curb
like discarded newspaper

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.