The Leaf Tap Dancer

Magic. . .
watching autumn leaves fall
In celebration they make my walk a private ticker-tape parade
My feet seek leaves that have fallen days ago
They have such crackle and snap
I am a leaf tap dancer
I am showered in fiery red and orange
accolades for my performance
I drink in their smell
mixed scents of chimney smoke and October frost
As I have been applauded, I give nature a standing ovation
For this brilliant finale of fireworks
before winter takes the stage.

Autumn has always been my favorite of all the seasons. There is a crispness in the air that forshadows the coming of winter, yet that preminition is not depressing. To me fall is a time to enjoy the best display of nature's power. Picking apples, carving pumpkings, jumping in leaf piles and drinking cider are all fond memories I have of autmuns spent in upstate New York. This is a subject that many authors and poets have expanded upon, and one that I chose to elaborate upon in the above poem.

Brooke at 4yrs. in a leaf pile in front of her home
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