Friday, October 06, 2006

The Dance

On a tense summer afternoon,
just before the first rainfall of May
fallen petals dance with wilted leaves
in the forboding cool breeze.

They weave a scene of beauty
that leaves a serene memory
stronger than the storm's anger
and survives even after

the last raindrops fall
and the leaves and flowers are no more.

-chrisb 10/2006

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