It is time for leaves to bid farewell to the trees they leave
Where they have lived for two happy seasons
Leaving is an elation
Trees dance, their arms swing happily in the strong winds
Sway, sway
Flaming leaves leave the light grip of their branches and swirl
Round and round
In small rings with leaves of other trees, a tornado of joyful Céilidh
Spin, spin
The wind roars, the heavy concert of early Autumn
Woosh! Woosh!
Leaves race, they rush straight past, this way and that
Fly fly!
My hair decides to join the festivities and wet leaves come to make friends
They pause on me before they fly forth leaving friendly smacks
They decide I belong with them
A strong gust pushes me until I laugh and move
The next wave takes me away