I saw god dancing among the leaves

one afternoon

led by two squirrels prancing in unison

like loyal pages to an autumnal Pan.

He twirled and swirled and the leaves fell like rain

softly

one by one

gently

not to disturb the dancing god.

There were tears in my eyes and a smile on my lips

as I watched him dance among the trees

in the golden clearing

by the old convent.

The trees stood guard

they circled the space like sentries

around a lit stage

on which he danced for me.

My steps were uneven

but I kept pace with the dancing god

behind the hedge.

Finally he rose among the trunks

the leaves stopped for a gasp

as he kept spinning higher and higher

and a delicate laughter came down to the ground

and I came to the end of the sidewalk.

©aother

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