::: The Daring Dance of Fall :::

It's a burlesque arabesque
as the wind grows high
and the rain flies,
though they especially shimmy for the sun.

They'll drive you mad
as they drop their leaves,
first one then two then hundreds,
till they're bare--

Leaving brown rags
for the rakes to wear!

Written by: ~ Barbara Bialick

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