As autumn dies in many colours <br />leaves begin to fall from trees <br />to be caught by a prevailing breeze <br />and dance in the wind, <br />twisting and turning, pirouetting <br />before touching the ground <br />waiting for the next gust <br />to lift them to dance again. <br /> <br /> <br />27 October 2013<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-leaves-4/
