Monday, November 5, 2018

poem of the day November 5


The leaves were behaving very human
They danced over the blacktop
playing like they owned the big top
Thousands of them were standing upright
twirling along in spontaneous choreograph perfection
I watched their performance in complete awe  
spellbound as life began to arise 
with just the wind to make leaves live

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