Prelude To The Dance Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Nights are cooling…taking a plunge
Summer days are drawing to a close
The sun’s rays no longer sizzle and singe
Lingering rain chills as the river overflows

A hint of what is coming hangs in the air
Gray clouds intensify and take control
Quivering leaves struggle to stay green
An expanding view of warming light consoles

Resilient flora takes a breath and bloom vibrantly
Autumn readies a frosty kiss to quicken change
Painlessly seducing… inducing a consuming sleep
Followed by a written script that is prearranged

Snowflake weather is coming…it is inevitable
Around the corner…waiting to make an entrance
Waiting for a very special moment to appear
On that day…glistening snowflakes will dance

9/16/08