Seasonal Dance
- Oct 2, 2023
- 1 min read
Each falling leaf percussive to
The molecules it travels through.
Side to side it gyrates
On borrowed grooves,
Weightless effort.
Way less effort
For liberated leaves lilting along
A journey of one,
Yet somehow in concert with
Hundreds of dancers in
Hundreds of droves on
That same downward dance.
The disco never dies
Just waxes and wanes.
And the leaf takes each cycle
To perfect its dance.