My Seasonal Dance

I live within her leaves
dancing to the music they create
with their steps
and they fall to the ground
in a colorful swirl
the dip at the end of a passionate tango
with the warm colors the sun has created
they die the most beautiful death
giving life to her season
making the views spicy
she is the breeze of the fall
I am the waiting winter
in awe of her color
in my cloak of grey and white
the summer has just left her
bored he walked away
tired of his feverish mambo
he has gone to rest
but his hot kisses left a blush
a flush in her cheeks that I can not ignore
she too will tire soon
and leave me dancing alone
in my grey and white cloak
dancing in the lights hung on the trees
to keep them warm in their slumber
depressed til April returns to dance
when sadly, I'll walk away.
She prefers the mambo.

2004 Leighsa