Like fragile twirling dervishes
flinging themselves from height.
Flitting, flying, spinning
to the ground below, out of sight!
Nature’s own autumnal ballet
stage setting for winter’s snow
as leaves in fiery colours float
towards the ground far below.
A great master of choreography
conceived this yearly dance
as the red, the gold, the yellow and green
with their grace have me entranced.
They fling themselves with great abandon
caught by the will of the wind.
Seductively whirling here and there
sway softly or wildly spin.
Mere seconds made into eternal beauty
as they race towards the ground
where their dancing comes to a halt
without a single sound.
I love it, your poetry keeps fuelling my love for poetry
Words like these make me blush a matching colour to the leaves falling outside! Thank you very much for the kind comment! 🙂