As I work at my computer, I can feel the chill of fall.
Maple leaves are swirling like a dance at a ball.
Dressed in their best attire, prepared for the dance,
gaily they float, celebrating each others fall romance.

Hovering over my fishpond's fountain and waterfall,
a net provides a resting place for the couples, all.
More leaves waltz their way to the same tune played.
Embracing they end the dance with their last accolade.

Each day more leaves dance to the tune of the wind,
a dance that captures each one when fall does end.
They lie in quiet solitude until the wind sings it's song,
then the colorful carpet rustles, as it wanders along.

That last kiss, as it touched the earth, fearing it's death,
struggling to dance just one more time with it's final breath.
But life goes on throughout the ages, just as do the leaves.
Each time young or old is gone, a new life breathes.

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