Dance of Time

The leaves danced
around and around
Doing their tap across
the road
Their escape their final chase.
from the ever gaining death.

The wind blew through
yellow hues of fire
crinkling, crackling as they
crunch underfoot
caught under foot
Held under foot
eternally.

The infinite sprouts the new
The green, the bright, the warm
All bursting forth and trying to
touch the everlasting blue above
The cotton slides across spreading
the nurturing and care needed for all
of this beauty and brilliance.

The brightness and beauty
blinds and dims in memory
changing ever more to darker hues,
less bright and yet as beautiful
scatters all of the delicate strings of light
into small isolated islands in a sea of dark
water
only to be cast into the water to be blown
and cast around and to dance, their lonely
dance.