Autumn Dances

Leaves falling...dancing...

Autumn Dances

 

To look out the window

Filled with continued longing,

Eyes seeking the ground

Towards the flowing river

With the extending trees on fire

With the high colors

Of the crisp autumn season,

 

Who's soul dances among

Those brittle leaves

Covering the moist ground?

 

To be a wisp of a girl again

Walking around the gathering, wet

Stones in the swift stream,

Dancing among the tall, magnificent

White birches in the back fields,

Staying along the river

To return home

After an afternoon spent in the warm beams

Of sunlight breaking through. �"J. E. Cook ©2018 

Author's Note

Thank you for Reading!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem paints a beautiful dance that I’ve missed so much since the weather has changed these past ten years, so now we rarely get rain at all, & especially no autumn rain, which can be so delicious, exactly the way you describe it! I remember thinking I wanted to try to walk my dog before the rain comes (back when rain used to come here) . . . and when I got caught in the rain, I wondered why I was so intent on NOT getting caught in the rain! The ending of your poem is a perfect description of how that goes . . . getting wet is so much more fun than we expect! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank you, Margie! Your reviews are alway amazing in detail and insight! CHeerS!