Saturday, October 05, 2019

A Leaf Dancing In Dreamland...

A Leaf Dancing In Dreamland... 

Blowing down the street in the heart of the night,
I whirl in the air and skitter over pavement,
Tickling obstacles before rolling over and around,
Spinning color changes in the show-light pools of street lamps.

I am the dry rustle that scares you at first,
The troupe of dancers in the company of foggy-breathed chill nights,
With a supporting cast of fleeting charcoal clouds and blinking twinkle stars.

I am the prophet spectre of a year's ending.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/05/2019