Friday, November 7, 2008

*~ The Last Dance ~*

The light appears dimly at first
Until it blazes down unto the contestants.
They are motionless.
Their colors shimmer and sparkle as the light finds each one.

Our eyes widen in disbelief.
We are in awe of their beauty.

Slowly, so very slowly the final dance begins.
Their colors merge into a cacophony of color:
Reds, golds, oranges, yellows, a few green.
Each one's colors flutter as they begin to sway.

A soft breeze fills the air and slowly breathes over each one.
A mother's breath kissing each one as they float down.
They move in majesty,
A shimmering merging together.
They sparkle and spin and twirl and shimmy
As they do their last dance.

Finally, the finale comes.
Lights flash.
We hear heaven thunder out
Its appreciation.

The air around them becomes a storm.
Reluctantly they give up their places
Floating down to nestle
On Mother Nature's breast
As the great earth receives them
And welcomes them home.

The trees bereft of their presence
Naked now await the next contestants
That will make their way soon
For their last dance.
*~*

1 comment:

DanD said...

What a great poem! That it is about leaves is revealed later in it. And the analogy of dance and dancers is so fitting. Wonderful work!