A Breeze Ballet
A single orange leaf
twists and turns 'bove vibrant vales -
espying a shadowed glimpse
of nature's palette as she sails.
A variegated dreamer
drifts beyond a wooded realm -
'tween doughty boughs of balsa
floating o’er oak and elm.
She glides along the gleaming glens
with bewitchery and charm -
fingertips slowly dance and dip
as she whispers in Fall's arms.
A silent soaring sonnet
soon greets her tinctured friends;
atmospheric art is born
as their colors braid and blend.
A masterpiece of chroma
gently lures the naked eye -
leaves of bronze and yellow
decorate a midday sky.
An orchestra of colored flags
sing passed a closing eve -
now its time to bid adieu
and thus, each stipule leaves.
The orange leaf then slumbers
underneath a yawning sun.
Her wings have gone to sleep,
my friend, for her breeze ballet
is done.
Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2008
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