Leisurely adrift in downward decent,
underneath a midday's autumn sky
Donned amber tinges casting to red,
fluttering wayfarers seemingly fly

Whisked lofty scatterings aimlessly fall,
spiraled winds gusting spin them around
Clustered colors shedding off the trees,
gather bunched in layers blanketing ground

Hither swoop destines each leafy flight,
sounds briskly rustle in swift swirling gales
Shattered crackling crumbles under foot,
shuffled swoosh heard along sauntering trails

Brittle crispy crinkling leaves go crunch,
rifled swishing sweeps ripples through them all
Seasons' all lead one into the next,
winter springs to summer following fall

© C.E. Vance