Twirling, Swirling In a Dance
Pine needles and dead leaves
twirling, swirling in a dance.
Falling as fast as snowflakes now.
This ballet, their last chance.
To the ground, a carpet forms.
Dead they are as the summer past.
Twirling, swirling on their journey
in the Autumn's windy blast.
Yellow, red and green the leaves
blowing in the windy sky
to their final resting place
'neath the trees where they now lie.
Dancing trees wave their arms
and set their leaves and needles free.
Twirling , swirling in the wind
in glorious dance for all to see.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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