Leaves Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The tree tops sway with boundless trust…
Confidence is abandoned with a wind gust
The season for thriving is making an exit
Adornments separate as branches submit

Dancing in the breeze are blowing leaves…
They move effortlessly with graceful ease
Their weightless forms spin, tumble and rise
The choreographed movement is synchronized

With spirits possessed, they obediently perform
Unaware that the rhythm is a prelude to a storm
Suddenly there is an enormous whirling surge
Dark clouds with bits of sand and litter merge

Spattering cold raindrops begin to intensely pour
The performance is dominated by a thunderous roar
Streams of flowing water form to sweep and carry
Traces of existence helplessly search for sanctuary

Coming to rest against a grated drain is what remains...
A chaotic collection of debris caught by impartial rains
Dynamic energy has delivered a motionless hindranc
Trickling applause finalizes a conclusion to the dance