The gypsy-like leaves (rhyme poem)

They flee and fly like jostling birds -

or gray moths 'round a light.

They pirouette in lazy rings -

while frolicking in flight.

Like gypsies, leaves will soon depart

with tender thoughts for wind

Soon to sweep and persevere -

in lives undisciplined.

Some will scurry in their haste

to pester pine trees praying.

Then, they'll sit, for just a bit -

In fields where I was laying.

Reviews

[Enchanted-Raven]

A beautiful read...really enjoyed :) x

[Relic]

Aw, thank you Raven. :) x

[Island Hippy]

Aloha relic, such a pretty poem. I love following your thoughts and the leaves on their journey. A lovely freedom and contentment in this. Closing with a peaceful image. Izzy

[Relic]

Thanks so much Izzy, Glad you enjoyed.

[Island Hippy]

You're welcome