Swirling autumn wind <br />Throws the downed leaves <br />Skyward along with those still falling <br />Into a whirling dervish, <br />Dance of ecstasy, <br />Suspending them in midair <br />Like dust mots <br />Floating in the updraft <br />Lifted toward the light. <br />Then the wind stills, <br />And like exhausted children <br />Movement slows as they wind down <br />To earth, drift into their dreams.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-a-whirling-dervish/
