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 © | Year Posted 2011

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Wesley Avatar
June 22, 2012 at 12:39 PM
So beautiful this is,my favorite season for all the reason youdescribe so beautifully here. And the smell of it all is wonderful too. As a Canadian, I feel it all! lOVELY ONE fRANCINE.
Pettit Avatar
January 11, 2012 at 11:54 PM
Being from Canada, you must have seen those seeds from maple trees as they go twirling and swirling to the ground. It appears as if they have a wing-like appendage that facilitates their journey to the fertile soil below. Good rhyming and descriptiveness here Francine.
Dietrich Avatar
December 29, 2011 at 7:05 PM
Here is a delightful one I had not seen before. Great rhythm too! I think all your recent ones I have already enjoyed. I was very happy to see how much you liked my little poem, Francine. Thanks again and have a wonderful new year.
Johnson Avatar
November 1, 2011 at 12:47 AM
dancing in the fallen leaves, sighs the wind swirling grieves, for yesteryear when they were green, but fallen like our soldiers seem, when leaves get blown away:(
Seraphin Avatar
October 31, 2011 at 7:33 PM
* “I Love The Visual Image I Gather From This Autumns Colourful Verse * My Dear Precious & Beautiful Francine * Tis The Cycle In Nature & Life Which We Live * An Old Man Dies & A Baby Is Born * The Branches Birth After The Rains They Pour * Very Beautiful * My Luv, Always * Sarah.” *
Devonshire Avatar
October 31, 2011 at 4:10 PM
this is beautiful, Francine. You gave us a touch of fall as well as winter. Very nice! Love, Carolyn
Kendrick Avatar
October 31, 2011 at 2:25 PM
Very expressive and creative work..Enjoyed reading your fall work that brought pictures of the season to my memory..Sara
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