Autumn is current, in time and in motion.  
Swirling around me and sweeping the ground in giggling whirlwinds.
           Warm air and cold dabble in each other for a short while.

                          The leaves still waver, undecided.
                                Half quite progressive,
  Already in the fiery transformation that brings their lives to a close.
                                       Half lingering,
             Watching their brothers’ change with green faces.

        I help them along, waiting all night for them to change.
    Then fall, fluttering in indecision for their final resting place.
I catch them lightly, delicate and brittle, and lay them down together.