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Nature’s Ballet: Our Lawn Is A Fall Delight


As the Fall season transforms the yard and area around our house, I remembered a poem I wrote many years ago that expressed my wonderment with all things Autumn.

So I thought I’d share it with you.

Nature’s Ballet

There was no fanfare,
No blast of trumpet sounds,
No mighty orator to announce the falling.
Just the simplicity of Autumn’s last leaf
Descending to the hardened earth below.


Till with a quickness of movement,
The bronzed leaf was carried upon the back
Of a guiding breeze across the meadow.
The leaf floated,
As did the magic carpet
In Arabian tales of old.
Every twist, turn and swirl,
A part of nature’s ballet.

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