Autumn day

Little spark of red

Dancing by my feet

Twirling,

Swirling,

Jumping

Running with the wind

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Dainty glint of green

Snaking by my feet

Rolling,

Surging,

Swooshing

Floating on the sea

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Brazen flash of gold

Striking by my feet

Stiring

Breathing

Gasping

Whispering through the leaves

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Today's OctPoWriMo's prompt was movement. For an instant, I thought about talking about how I managed to stand up, or how many times I moved places, countries.
But I was tired of all the darkness, I needed something light today. My onspiration came when I saw a little aspen leaf (I know, they're yellow, but it didn't fit the number of syllables that worked for the rest of the poem!) blown by the wind on the road.
I'm not sure what I wrote describes the image I saw really well (there's no mention of the contrast between the bright yellow and the grey of the road), but I tried to focus on movement and I followed the words.