Waltz of the Leaves

As I stare up to the blue abyss

The quiet waltz of the leaves amuses me.

Pages fall from the tip of my pen like bones grinding into dust,

Echoing the sweet songs of my delicate past

Notes swirl in my brain with rhythmic perfection

Each step stabs it's presence into my emotions

Suddenly, a shiver!

Gray clouds part to make way for the coming winter

As I stare up to the blue abyss

I watch the quiet waltz of the leaves