Lightly the leaves <br />shiver in the breeze <br />as it blows to and fro <br />a slender fine stem of bamboo <br />that grows in my garden <br />not far from the sea. <br /> <br />It curtseys and dips <br />do-si-do, do-si-do <br />so fresh and so green <br />each leaf seems to glow <br />be alive to the dance <br />in the sunlight of late afternoon. <br /> <br />Deceptive, unreal are <br />these brief sunlit spells <br />when winter still lurks <br />and spring like a <br />giddy young girl <br />simply teases and simpers and flirts.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-in-the-wind/
