As soon as the tree let loose,
the leaf began its final journey.
At the mercy of the Autumn winds,
it floated gently;
hither and yon
toward the ground far below.
Others were falling around it
each with a jig of its own.
Passing by its companions,
it acknowledged them with a wave.
And continued on
with its whimsical ballet.
Surfing from current to current
the leaf danced upon the breeze;
executing loop-de-loops
and summersaults
twirling,
whirling,
pirouetting,
waltzing with the wind.
Until gently it landed
amongst a pile of its fellows.
So much delight taken in this flight
on this, its final day.
Written For: "Blogging Circle of Friends " DAY 3215 September 2, 2021
Prompt: “Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.” ~ Delia Owens
Use this quote to influence your entry today.
For: "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest"
Prompt: Write about autumn
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