Little Whirlwinds

Little whirlwinds

And autumn leaves,

Caught up in a chance meeting along the road.

We spin each other about;

A sweet dizzying dance,

Locked into each another's movement and colour and

Taken along

For the wonderful ride.

And all else spinning outside becomes a blur.

Until we tire one another.

And all spun-about and lost,

We have to let each other go.

And so the little whirlwind, grown weary, turns away,  

And the little autumn leaf drops, scuttling along the pavement

Faded and curling at the edges.

But slowly, while the seasons turn, 

The leaves grow again

And in our stillness,

We might find another who catches us unawares;

Another little whirlwind who plucks us from the tree, 

Lifting us up, higher still,

Dancing us through the brilliant sky.

And our colours begin to show again;

Bright and clear and beautiful.

If only for a little while.

My little whirlwind,

We are turning again.

Forever turning.