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)
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what beautiful images.loved it
Srivastava, thank you for your lovely words
Absolutely brilliant ! How very imaginative and innovative.Well done,John.
Vijay, thank you…I was sitting in the garden here waiting for lunch…..and it all happened as I wrote