Tiny Dancer

Tiny dancer falling from the sky
Pirrouetting off her twiggy perch
Then twirling gently, gradually,
Descending to the ground below
While in her mid-air journey
She joins a fancy troupe:
This spray of red and yellow
Applauded by the wind
Begin their spinning, tumbling
With ease, displaying grace,
Puttting on one last performance
Then resting, content, on earth
Note: Fall is a favorite time of the year, but can vary from warm days to harsh, cold winds. I love the cycle of leaves.
by David C Rogers

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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