fifty feet high
the front row of trees swayed left
the second row leaned right
the first step
in what would become
a most amazing waltz
each individual leave danced
in harmony that exceeded mozart
in grace that exceeded baryshnikov
the late-afternoon sun
reflected the glory that is the Lord
each ray of light focused with intent
large movements intertwined
with a hundred purposeful gestures
to create a moment of magic
a moment, i regret
that words cannot capture
but will remain eternally in my heart
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3 comments:
i love this
thank you for sharing it
I love the trees waltzing. I often think of trees as dancers.
your poem has been posted along with the rest of us at random acts of poetry, which is on the high callings blog.
http://highcallingblogs.com/
so glad you wrote it.
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