Wednesday, October 19, 2016



The Autumn Dance.


The leaves dance across the grass
the yellow ash and red creeper
twirled and spun as the wind caught them
and made them dance. Now they rest.
Autumn has come and leaves drop
from the tree and the vines.
Their day is done; their duty performed
the ash keys will also fall in time.
Even now black patches show
at the top of the tree as they wait,
for their time to fall in turn.
Maybe to fulfil the fate awaiting them
and grow new trees in turn,
or to rest upon the compost heap
in the corner, rotting away
next year will see another story
as history repeats itself.

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