The Dance

The season has brought
A sight to see,
Partners to dance,
Look there, to the trees.

The chill has come,
It lulls its soft tune.
They know it is time,
From the full harvest moon.

They change up their garb,
For this is their show.
In a few more months,
They'll be still, with white snow.

The crimson, the orange, the golden,
Once green,
Such a colorful sight,
A glory to be seen.

The wind with its song,
Ever so light,
All wait for their turn,
To go into flight.

They twirl and turn,
With such smooth grace,
I stand open armed,
As they swirl in space.

It's such a short time,
Not all eyes will see,
This Autumn Dance,
For you and for me.

KET 11-2-2009