Petals In the Wind
Petals in the wind I saw
with my girl one day.
On some boughs of trees they stirred
with a gentle sway.
As they moved, the wind picked up
till that mighty breeze
blew the petals all at once
off the pretty trees.
Then the petals danced around
swirling to the ground
like small ballerinas whose
slippers make no sound.
Crimson, pink and purple, they -
like bright butterflies -
fluttered and sashayed before
our enchanted eyes.
Suddenly the air went still.
Petals everywhere
fell to ground while some adorned
my sweet daughter’s hair.
Happily she shook them out,
turned to me and grinned.
No more would we see that day
petals in the wind.
For PD's third contest for poems about nature
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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