See How It Paces

All over again, there it is,

the theme – autumn's mystery.

What is it about its

ethereal nature that cleverly

influences our mood?

Can you hear the

sparseness of prose

as life folds in

all around.

Autumn's atmosphere

of decay produces in me

a psychological

empathy of sorts.

Look how this leaf,

dances, not alone,
but attached, like glue,
to the cast of its shadow,
impervious to its beauty

and the way in which

 it aggrandizes

my fascination –

just as the season

demands it surrender.

Why look,
see how it
paces.