Day 6 — One Last Dance

Soft light filters in through the blinds. I raise them to greet the day. In one direction the sky is a beautiful blue with wisps of white clouds, in the other it is a cold steel grey. I gaze at the green pine and the maple still dressed in a golden cloak quivering with wonder as the wind whispers some new tale of adventure. Elm leaves begin to pirouette en pointe and gracefully descend to earth. The maple leaves flutter with laughter and the pine sways in delight. Suddenly the grey clouds curtain the daylight.

golden leaves dance
one last show before winter
arms lifted, I twirl