The month of dancing leaves
They say that only birds do fly
But dancing leaves have wings
With the wind as their platform
They twist about in rhythm
They glide along in waltz-doing the jitterbug
They twirl in slender shapes
Until they reach at last
Their place of repose on which
They form a bed of rainbow-
Multi-colored leaves painting
Anew the world in season’s partial
Oh how I love these simple
Majestic changes which give newly
Facial expressions and rebirths
To earth and world as we live it
Written in 1990s
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 