“the leaves of harmony embrace in the streets”
Falling, flitting,
You swirl through the square
I reach for you,
But miss.
And I, too,
Swirl away.
You look so stunning
In your blood-red dress
As we spin
And dance
Among these
Fallen leaves.
With a laugh,
You twirl,
Leg out,
Disrupting the pile
Leaves fly
Through the air
Like fresh rain
Or snow
The leaves:
They catch
Within your auburn hair
Creating an autumn crown
Fit only for a queen
You finally stop;
We continue to laugh
As you gently
Take my hand
You drag me back
Into your court
To spin away once again.
