Dancing Leaves
In the crisp air where autumn prevails, Leaves dance with a grace that tells ancient tales, Their colors ablaze, a riot of hue, Each flutter and twist, a joy to renew.
As they tumble and whirl, caught in delight, They sing of a season, whisper of night, The trees, they stand bare, yet bold in their stance, Holding their memories, letting leaves dance.
So come take a moment, be lost in their spin, For in every spiral, there’s freedom within, Nature’s grand fabric woven with care, In the dance of the leaves, you’ll find beauty rare.
- E A McKinney