The leaves were slowly falling
So very slowly and dropping
Ever so gently like a butterfly
Which glides and is also seen flirting,
The gentle breeze now awake
Sets the leaves in a twirl of dance
So capricious like our minds
So full of sudden fancy
The breeze shakes them in frenzy
Gliding, flying and fluttering
Blown up, coming down in confusion
The breeze, spent, now rests
The leaves are now again slowly falling!
autumn is the season nice always to remember for joy........ perfect expressions......
Autumn is always associated for me first and foremost with dance of yellow leaves across the streets...Your poem is a unique and exquisite expression, thanks very much for sharing with us. Best wishes. A.
nice imaginative ideas breezing inside a poetic mind...good work Leena...thanks
a lovely dance well pictured...the breeze shows up in the leaf...lovely
Lovely autumn poem dancing leaves such a wonderful time of the year as you have constructed in superb imagery thanks+++++10 regards
This is poetry in motion. I love the way you have written this. I could see those leaves being butterflies.
To me this poem depicts a very minute sense of observation of the poet. All of us must have watched this happening some time or other. But, dear, it was you who scripted it so beautifully. I must say, you are a very keen observer, angel!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soft. Beautiful expressions.