#passion #poetry #art #my words #soapbox
Leaves fall spiraling dance
Drift alone but in a breeze of chance
Countless colors of yellow and gold
Even the darkest browns becoming bold
The garden rustling with the wonder of where spring fled
Aster and mum sharing their purple and red
Naked and alone in a world grown cold
Where has the buttercup, the iris, and violet gone
Beneath a blanket of earth to sleep as the nights grow long
There is beauty in the dance of the butterfly
An image in contrast to the blue of the sky
Her yellow wings beating out rythm to nature’s song
A peaceful presence helping to move time along
And magically blending the colors to green below
With a pleasant smile I say to her a quick hello
Her time more important than you or I
It does not matter when she makes to me no reply
