Dancing in the street

Across my shoes
As I walk
Wrinkled and crinkled
Weightless brown leaves
Seemingly so full of life
Blowing so quickly
As to be out of view
Wisked by the wind
Makes me happy to walk
Greeting the deepest part of fall
The leaves define this moment
But what of the spring of their life
Waving valiantly in the sky
Hanging out of reach so high
Like a child’s crayon box
The seasons are etched
In your ever changing colors
Like a kite in spring
To a hang glider
Destined to land
Your life, you share
And then die
To dance in the street
Thank you
My ever humble friend



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