Dancing Beautifully
Like falling snow,
leaves trickle from trees,
tumbling leisurely,
as a glancing breeze passes wondering,
so do I.
Cradling my hands together
just as one deliberately lands there,
resting briefly;
brittle and frail, wavering slightly
( almost playfully)
before abandoning it's short-lived rest.
Fluttering downward like a gentle spring,
yielding the same sensation.
Succeeded by a swirling wind,
stirring delicately.
Sprinkled with a few perished
blades of grass
and leafy debris;
Dancing beautifully,
with me!