by Dorothea Barth ©2015
Gold leaves of the walnut tree
Swirl high above my head
Delighting elfin surfin' folk
A farewell pirouette
The wind that fed their final dance
Has stilled, but in its place,
A sarabande of snowflakes
Enchants, anoints my face
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.