The Waltz of the Leaves

Elegant Goldie and handsome Leaf Red Brushed one another, thus happened to meet mid-air, where Goldie by Red then was led In one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three beat. Gliding and twirling, they waltzed all around, Up the hill, down the hill, over a stream. Sliding but never quite touching the ground, Like Fred with his Ginger, they danced like a dream. Goldie was glowing with sun’s going down. Red seemed like crimson against twilight sky. Rustling his suit while she whirled in her gown, They glittered while wafting first low and then high. Nature was humming the Falling Leaves song; Chill autumn breezes kept urging them on. Fluttering fluttering all the night long, With hoot owls hoo-hooing, they danced until dawn. Suddenly, all became still in day’s light. The couple was parted, for wind ceased to blow. There came drifting down something moist and white. Farewell, pretty leaves. Now is Dance of the Snow. Andrea Dietrich 10/2/11 For Francine Roberts' Nature Story Contest