In western wind awhirl
we sway and swirl
we dance away unbound
from branch and bough;
unwound by wind we sail
we float, we fall
set free a while
until we find our soil
to settle, sleep, decay
for grass,
for seeds and nuts.
Today it’s Quadrille at dVerse hosted by De. The word is whirl and all that is needed is a poem of 44 words containing this or a variant. The last few weeks most leaves have left. We have entered into November.
November 3, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is very lovely 🧡🍂
Thank you… it has been really intense falling here
Your rhythm and rhyme are so perfect. You seem to tap-dance on your keyboard. You certainly are a Natural Poet! Kudos my fellow Poet. Job well done.
Fondly,
Heather
Thank you… it was a good word for a dance.
SO very lovely, Bjorn…in rhythm, rhyme, and stunning visuals.
Thank you for the perfect word to dance with
I love the wordplay in the title, Björn, the rhyming and the lightness of touch in this poem, especially in the lines:
‘unwound by wind we sail
we float, we fall
set free a while
until we find our soil’.
I needed some lightness for the darkness we enter.
the poetry is delightful, playful and evocative – gorgeous read
I loved to play today
it shows!
Quadwhirlerrific, B. Thanks.
Thanks Ron
What a joyful whirl of words, Björn! I thoroughly enjoyed this Q. 🙂
It seems joyful until all the leaves are gone
That’s the bare truth. *sigh*
We’re way behind you on leaves, they are just starting to turn here. I didn’t realize your words were rhyming they flowed so well. The poem feels like a timeless episode that keeps playing season after season.
unwound by wind we sail
we float, …
set free a while
until we find our soil
to settle,
where we settle is all
Indeed, it’s all about recycling.
Nice one, luv the alliteration
much♡love
Thank you… alliteration is my favorite tool
I very much enjoyed entering into the spirit of these happily falling leaves, via your accomplished verse which evoked them so beautifully.
It’s soo common that we have sadness tied to falling leaves… and I wanted to put a positive spin to it.
the poem, paired with the photo, is everything! xoxo, ren
Thank you 🙂
Very nice. I liked your analogy
Thank you
loved it from the title to the falling leaves….
A positive spin to a sad time
What a lovely autumn poem.
Thank you
Delightfully worded. The rhythm and rhyme made it feel like leaves dancing in the wind.
I wanted to have that rhythm come through
powerful words and could feel the decay process – well done 🧡🍂
The purpose of the fall is the decay
Your words dance like the leaves Love it
Thank you
I love the imagery and the message – the magic of nature and renewal – jae
Thank you, there is a promise of renewal but still there is a long dark time ahead of us.
I really felt the autumn in these lines, even though its late spring here.
I really felt autumn in these lines, even though it is late spring here.
Here it is late autumn and not much left hanging on
The rhythm in autumn brings this season pleasant. Your words flow so smoothly.
Thank you… it’s not really pleasant with all the darkness and death… but it’s worth pretending that it is.
True. Sometimes with all darkness clouding everyone’s minds, sometimes we all like to pretending it’s not there but it sometimes sneaks up on us.
Totally lovely, Bjorn!
I like the fun, joyful tone in this poem. Great job.
I can’t help seeing the metaphor for the western world decaying…
Hi Bjorn, I enjoyed this vivid imagery. You and I had the same idea but in different seasons 🌷
Exactly
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Excellent! I love the play on whirl with falling leaves.
To replenish the Earth
from which we came
our short summer of life
not lived in vain
Björn, “unwound by wind we sail” feels so personal to me — that quiet surrender to being carried where we must go.
~David