I hear the crackling beat of
Castanets and fast strumming guitars
As autumns blustery storm lifts
Fallen red, yellow and orange leaves
Twisting and twirling them like a Gypsy girl’s skirt
As she dances around campfire flames.
Autumn Splendor -contest by- Russell Sivey
© Brenda V Northeast – a rewrite 30/08/2012 - (first written 26/05/08)