As they fly

There is sense of burning leaves 

and with a brisk wave of the wind

 the last leaf is shoved of the limb

and falls toward  a child's sleeve.

She prances around the gentle creature

and it dances along. 

They flutter like a song

for  they are part of nature.

Her brother is not far behind

as he too slides on the ground.

The leaves below crunch down

and the children unwind.

The leaves are flying in the air

and alive once more.

Happiness is at their hearts core

as the children stare.

And the the leaves fly off across the land

far off into the orange sky.

Soon they are not even visible by eye,

but the children will remember holding leaves in their hand.

Reviews

[Aekmy]

This is absolutely beautiful. (:

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful, tender glimpse of childhood in autumn.. that dance of the leaves and that feeling of freedom in the chilling air.. This is so alive with movement and color!