A yearly dance amidst frost to sheathe.
A changing season and fading leaves.
I follow forward my heart and want,
A trail of change and timeless taunt.
Watching solemn as they fade and fall,
Upon the ground like memories all.
Scattered bout lowly the lost and dying,
Beautiful internment, breathless sighing.
Crisping sounds as they whisper together,
Following suit pulled to, fro, and tethered.
Cacophony shifts and twirling hustle,
Within passing winds in fading tussle.
Say goodbye to yet another season,
Looking forward to a springtime breeze in;
When leaves freshly sprout and grow in masses,
And dreams birth brightly as winter passes.