Ode to the Dance of the Leaves She waltzes with the falling leaves as they tumble in air triple time dreams she weaves under branches bare. She dances to the wind song in the autumn time a timeless art strong in the step glide rhyme. She swirls in a fickle breeze a mime of rise and fall graceful elegance at ease poised at nature’s ball. She stumbles in the twilight wearied on night’s eve witching hour thoughts delight for a fleeting reprieve. She settles soft to ground wed to her partners in dance forever triumphant in the waltz romance.
Georgette and Lace The wedding day gown of georgette and lace trussed the young bride with fine silky stitches for the aisle stroll that thrills and bewitches in the promises of loving embrace. She boxed the dress of the marriage day in surrender as the fates and fires await the hopes and howls of the marriage dictate hidden in the trousseau garments array. She dreamt of christening gowns cut with care sewn from the folds of the georgette and lace as she remembered the nuptial affair with hope for baptisms to leave a trace of a family ritual to share in patterned pieces in the church place.
Noreen is a retired sign language interpreter and is now putting words in verse instead of them flying off of her hands.
Grand Little Things 