Rise and twist and swirl around You captured by the breeze Pieces of dead leaves on the ground Rise once again from a winter grave One last dance around and around You give me great pleasure to save The memory of your lasting days Still attracting my tireless mind One last act before the final decay Sends you at last away to stay
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Posted: Mar 2021
About this poem:
Rather mindless fascination and inspiration gotten looking out my kitchen window as old leaves and grass and flower head were whipped up into the air by the wind swirling around the corner of the back porch.
Lili, Sometimes I think it is meditation for me to escape all the sounds and sights of our 'man made' world and just watch and listen to the 'real' world that surrounds us. Nothing is more meditative than sitting besides a gurgling brook. Thanks for your comment
Yankee, nice written piece. What nature blows into our minds is incredible. Hope this poem didn't bring you bitter-sweet memories but still happens... SM
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Regards Mick.