(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Dance
They twirled and swirled to the season’s music.
The leaf followed the wind’s lead…drifting then rising then dipping then fluttering.
The wind danced with many partners, but each had its own routine…its own big finish.
This leaf, though somewhat spent, leapt with a special energy soaked up from the spring rains and summer sun.
Its memory of birdsong and squirrel shenanigans made its way into the two-step and waltz of its descent.
The autumn rain arrived in time to applaud the dance and join the leaf at rest.