Swaying Poem by Paul Reed

The kind air of September encircled us
Wafting tree tops and lifting crinkled leaves
Which, released from their summery holds,

Performed silent ballet steps
To the rhythm of their rustling partners
To the feelings that Autumn unfolds;

Gently alighting on the soft grass
Bringing a sudden peace,
The flaccid nothingness we crave,

When the world becomes too busy
And we absorb too many cares
And our smooth skins they engrave;

And so we ran from exuberance
Unbound and springing
Our joys together upheld;

Dancing golden parabolas
Through swaying long grasses
That the calm breezes swelled.