the dance of the leaves

I don't know what I love most about the Fall - the colours, the cooler temperatures, or the abundance of sweaters that lay dormant all summer just waiting to be resurrected from a wardrobe that the sun closes on two tall wooden doors. But I noticed more closely the "dance of the leaves". They are those leaves that have fallen to the ground but a random breeze provides them a final song to flutter and circle together like a ring around the rosie when they must all finally fall down.

rom their fresh spring life to

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