Shadows of a waltz



The Sun flickering through the leaves,
Danced shadows on my face.
While I hatless, and in brimless thought,
Let them choose their own steps.
A tango changed into a polka,
Followed by a slow waltz;
Birds twittered as if they knew the score,
Or were impatient for the next dance?
Foliage rustling,
Like disguised ballroom dresses in Vienna,
Swirling under the swaying baton, of the wind.

© Fingleton (novembre 2016) (Löst Viking)öst-Viking/746104845419195

4 thoughts on “Shadows of a waltz

    1. John Anthony Fingleton

      Vijay, thank you…I was sitting in the garden here waiting for lunch…..and it all happened as I wrote


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