30 Days, 30 Posts: NaBloPoMo
One by one they fall they are lifted by the wind and hurled
Around outside my window . In a mad St Vitus’ dance twirl,
Round and round like tarantella spiders spiraling in all directions
Almost kissing tenderly as they pass, pseudo affections.
And now the music starts in the trees across the road
Swaying musicians they are abandoning themselves in rhythmic overload.
Now comes the tippa tapping the pitta patting window rattling
Fast and furious the dance is curious and strong , the windows rattling.
So it continues the beating music and the mad dance
The flowers join the leaves as they skim the grass in a light fandango they prance.
Shall I join them ? No not me here in the warm I would rather be
As I watch them an old failure feeling crept over me. Yes I wished like them I was free.
willowdot21 
