Dancers on the Branch

As if sitting in an October baseball dugout,
or maybe more simple,
like awkward boys at their first dance
sitting on the bleachers

Meager ribbons, streamers,
not masquerading the gymnasium
dancers on the branch
waiting for the caller

The leaves like the dancers
in their true colors, their finery,
waiting for the wind, for the dance
for the melody, the rhythm

Festooned, imbued, with the reds
the yellows of autumn
but pensive on the branches,
knowing the one dance is their death


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Edited September 11, 2012
new poem – “Dancers on the Branch”
inspired by reading at Poets’ Corner
monthly poetry reading,
of poem read by Chip Bergeron,
“The Wind Calls”
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=285777
& earlier poem
September 3, 2012
“True colors of each one – v2”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/09/true-colors-of-each-one-v2.html
&
Spirit Study
and idea that the green of summer is a false color,
that the true colors of the leaves are the colors of autumn
(and Cyndi Lauper’s song ran through the discussion too)
led by Pastor Ruth Foss
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http://www.ahandmaidenofthelord.blogspot.com
http://pastorruth.posterous.com/
A Handmaiden of the Lord
http://www.suncookumc.org
Suncook United Methodist Church
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http://www.facebook.com/pages/Suncook-United-Methodist-Church/102221356487965
Suncook, NH
September 2, 2012

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