Dances With LeavesCarolyn Caines
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Among the flirting, fall-decked trees,
I find my senses take their leave. I dance about the covered street While colors crunch beneath my feet. I spin. They touch my fingertips. I sigh. They brush me with their lips. I bow. They flit and fall beside. I run. They mount the winds astride. Each fiery, flaming, falling leaf Has shared with me this dance so brief. To dance with leaves…a moment’s time When all the universe does rhyme. |