Autumn Dance

Autumn Dance – Jacqueline Nash

The first of the fallen leaves
dance wildly along the pavement,
whipped into a frenzy
by a mischievous wind.
They make their own music
with their rustling and bustling,
swirling and twirling;
orchestrated by the movement
of the dry, crispy edged leaves
that scrape and scratch
along the concrete paving stones,
and crunch against each other
in their close proximity.
This spontaneous performance,
full of colourful splendour
stops me in my tracks,
when suddenly, the wind dies
and instantly, all goes quiet
as the leaves fall from the air
into an untidy pile
at the side of the road;
their dance into Autumn
temporarily on hold.