Autumn

Swift, chilling

Whispers of the far off works

In seasoned steps;

Delicate, a taste of life that still rings upon my lips,

Within a gentle emptiness accompanying it.

Reminding of the coat that comforts,

The scarf that rounds about in lovely hug,

The nights so crisp, and filled with possibilities to come;

So sumptuous, strong as mountain gusts,

And leaves that twinkle

in the wonder of their departure;

A dance of life, and death.