(In Best Poems of 1998) Red, yellow leaves turned ashen gray <br />On that bright October day. <br />Will cold winds blow more, snow more, no more <br />Dancing Leaves? <br />Or, to ease my numbing pain, <br />Will you come to me again <br />Along with flowing, snowing, blowing <br />Dancing Leaves? <br />And we'll waltz to the autumn breeze, <br />Tango all around the trees, <br />Amid the swirling, twirling, whirling <br />Dancing leaves.<br /><br />Marion Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-leaves/
