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*into A Whirling Dervish

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Swirling autumn wind
Throws the downed leaves
Skyward along with those still falling
Into a whirling dervish,
Dance of ecstasy,
Suspending them in midair
Like dust mots
Floating in the updraft
Lifted toward the light.
Then the wind stills,

And like exhausted children
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Sonya Florentino 16 November 2009

yes, it's beautiful to behold....the last dance of the leaves of autumn.....

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