The Autumn Flamenco

As I gloomily gazed at the grey Autumn sky,
little flashes of crimson and gold caught my eye;
pretty leaves that were skipping and leaping and flapping
and whirling and twirling, then I heard a clapping
and, in front of me, a young Gypsy appeared
with a pretty red dress and a rose in her hair.
She was clicking her fingers and stamping her feet
and whirling and twirling to a flamenco beat.
She said, “I’m a traveller and I must move on
but I will return when bleak winter has gone.
In the Springtime and Summer, when it’s warm and it’s bright,
then we’ll sing and we’ll dance through the day and the night”.