Swirling autumn wind
Throws the downed leaves
Skyward along with those still falling
Into a whirling dervish,
Dance of ecstasy,
Suspending them in midair
Like dust mots
Floating in the updraft
Lifted toward the light.
Then the wind stills,
And like exhausted children
Movement slows as they wind down
To earth, drift into their dreams.
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