They clung tightly
Knowing that if they leapt
It would be forever
Flirted with each other for months
Waiting for just the right moment
For the ultimate release
Then the magic moment came
And in a reckless rush
They simply let go
Gave in to a power
That was greater than them
Caught up in a swirling
Twirling sensation
Colors flashed
As the world rushed by
Reveling in every motion
In the beauty all around
And in their partner
Felt a freedom
They had never known
Gloriously floating
Then softly touching
The earth and each other
In a long and final embrace.
–Russ Towne
(Genesis: When I saw two falling leaves
swirl around each other as they fell
to the ground they reminded me of
two lovers dancing.)
Russ Towne's A Grateful Man 
That is such a beautiful poem…such a passionate ending…Diane….btw still had to login to like and then able to make a comment without signing in a second time…..Diane
Thank you for your feedback about the poem and actions necessary to like and comment, Diane. HMMMM. Not sure what to do about it at this point, but I’ll ponder the situation for awhile and see if anything comes to mind.
Russ
I love poems about autumn. This is beautiful Russ!
Thank you, my friend!
Russ
I enjoyed this, and could see the leaves. But I also felt it a metaphor for our own lives, and we cling to security though our destiny calls for us to let go.
Yes, I also wanted to evoke the the feelings of two human lovers who are afraid to let go and take the plunge. I like how you comment takes it even further as being a metaphor for our own lives. So true too.
Russ
A wise person told me, when a good poem works on two or more levels, and yours did.
Thank you, Bill. I believe it is wise to have wise people in one’s life, and often the wisest of all are also the kindest. Thank you for being both in my life.
Russ
have a great thanksgiving
Same to you, my friend.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Andrea!