Falling leaves have beckoned the sky,
Heeding a whim—a splash of wonder.
Out of season, some would say,
For Her to unleash this gentle shudder.
Brilliant and tawny, a palette for Gods,
Oh, but to frolic among the treetops!
The six-sided dance of a splendid angel
And I, a guest, smile down-under.
No time shall pass during my watch—
Glitters of gold, the transition to white.
Old men find vigor, love donned anew.
Old women court grace, young in respite.
Open wide to delight in this fare—
Soft patter, cool tickles. Hurray!
Laughing and gulping, who can deny
This lovely snow on an autumn day.