Leaves:
twirl ’round and ’round
catching the breeze
that has shaken them from their home
on the branches where they have flourished for many months~
but now must yield to the tree’s insistence to move out,
as it hastens to prepare
for winter’s icy grasp.
©annettealaine 2014
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Really like this one…your poetry is marvelous.
Very pretty imagery!
Very nice, Annette. The leaves have been dancing off the trees here too.