A choreography of golden leaves
conducted by the tree’s twig
in a light October breeze,
by the lighting board of the sun.
Each dancer of the Folium de Ballet
switling and swooping harmoniously,
each dancer a terpsichorean classic,
pirouetting, orchestrated by a symphonic breeze.
Ballet grace profoundly soothing
at a time of accentuating anxiety.
What a great comforting experience
never to become hackneyed by repetition.
© David McCormack 10/22