The Lighthouse

the lighthouse

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.


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