Sunday, June 23, 2013

Passing By




Tonight the wind came
sweeping down from
the stars to stir
the leaves,

that whispered at first,
mildly surprised,
then all in a rush,
flung themselves

together, dancing wildly,
bowing first one way,
then the other,
on their bendy branches.

Wind can’t stay,
wanderer that it is.
The leaves sighed
and were still.

9 comments:

Brian Miller said...

like a kid whose playmate has gone home in that last sigh...smiles...but i liked watching them for a moment...

June said...

Oh! I know just what the leaves sounded like and looked like, all dancing together!

Marc Leavitt said...

Pauline:
Great imagery!

Wisewebwoman said...

Oh I felt that wind. Lovely.

XO
WWW

Molly said...

I saw the moon on Sunday night...did you? It was beautiful and made it seem like daylight, it was so bright! Next day at work someone mentioned it had been the largest full moon in a long time.
I love your "flung themselves together, dancing wildly!"

Barbara Shallue said...

I love listening to the wind playing with the leaves. This is a beautiful and perfect description of it!

Joanna Jenkins said...

The sound of the wind and the rustling of the leaves can be so beautiful.
xo jj

Hilary said...

You bring it to life for me.

Pauline said...

Brian - that's just what it was like!

June - the wind grew strong for just a moment bringing that lovely rush and rustle!

Thanks, Marc.

Molly - I did see the moon. It was magnificent!

Thanks, Barbara - it was fun trying to capture it in words.

JJ - I love that sound, too.

Hilary - thanks :)