The Lighthouse

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19 January 2015

The dancing of the leaf

A dried, brown leaf,
crinkled and solitary,
blown into a dance by the wind.

It skitters, jumps,
 twirls, and skids,
over the cold, hard, surface of the snow.

I hear the pattern
like quickly tapping
staccato shoes on a dusty dance hall floor.





I was sitting at my desk by the front window when I observed the little brown leaf twirling in the wind. It was a bitterly cold, grey day, but the leaf looked and sounded so happy. It was a moment of unexpected beauty and joy between seemingly lifeless objects, the leaf, the wind and the snow.

3 comments:

  1. Unexpected inspiration from an unlikely source! I'm glad to see you are posting your work here!

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