Small Stones


Crimson leaves pirouette and plie,
Tenaciously hanging on to their knotted barre.
The troupe sways in rhythm, 
A late autumn dance,
Moving to the music of the wind.


(This was my Small Stone, written today for Mindful Writing Day.) 

Comments

  1. Sleepy JoeNovember 2, 2012 at 5:21 AM

    Love the way you have described one of my most favourite things in the world, I almost feel like I am there with you :-D thank you!!

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  2. UnknownNovember 2, 2012 at 5:25 AM

    What a beautiful image and so true to the reality of the thing.

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  3. Masked MomNovember 2, 2012 at 8:48 AM

    Gorgeous, Jewels.

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  4. Larissa T.November 2, 2012 at 9:40 AM

    So pretty .. I love this dance..

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  5. MarianneNovember 2, 2012 at 7:00 PM

    You are a poet, my friend.

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  6. Deb StevensNovember 2, 2012 at 9:32 PM

    This is lovely. Absolutely so.

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