The sky invites
The sycamores to dance.
Bare branches
Bend and sway
Curtsying to one another
In proper fashion.
Meanwhile the leaves have flown.
They turn up around back
Loitering by the steps,
Rabble rousing and doing their wild dances…
Waiting for the night wind
to whisk them away.
Thankful that the leaves in the country just blow away…
the circle of life 
Hey! As always, I enjoy you off the expository ranch. LOVE the new look!
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Thank you! it’s an experiment for November. November is gray here and needs something new!
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Nice made me crane my neck and look up.
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It’s always been one of my favorite things to do — look up at the sky through tree branches. Thanks for the good words.
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