Magic Whirlwind
Red and gold
a single leaf glides
down down
fighting the pull
till wind catches
almost too late
round and round
skyward
scooping behind
fallen comrades
one-by-one
swirling swirling
spiraling tower
yellow brown
bird-less wings
crackle crackle
reaching nameless stars
moonlit branches
impeding flight
but cannot stop
rising rising
whirling arrow
higher
higher
fly
fly
up
up
WHOOSH
explodes the night
wind evaporates
leaves like pixie dust
sprinkle to the ground
wide-eyed child-ghost
draped in mother's sheet
knows the magic
of this night
Sam Wright blogs here
2 comments:
I think Sam has the talent in this Halloween poem of being able to easily recapture the extraordinary from a mystery.
Charming yet surreal!
Thank you very much, Susan :-)
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