Posted in Poetry, Prose

Dancing Leaves

Dancing leaves
moving, flying
motioning me
to join in,
I must profess
never having learned
dancing that is,
a degree of hesitation
wanting to move
in the same direction
along the way, just not
along with everyone else
Join us, they say
waving in the wind
as my only fears
concern being swept away
with my new friends..

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