Leaves, swift in the dreary of fall,
We watch as they sway and formerly stand tall,
Before the daylight anew crackles, now faint,
As the presence of October-cool seizes to taint,
And here in vigilance the leaves prey,
Fallen to the ground in an endless wind sway,
Their earthly romance once sweet and benevolent,
Now tarnished with rust and on the verge of malevolent;
And here alas, no more to depart,
They revel together in golden dreams, hopes nudged together on a new start -
Victim to the ground beneath which babbled in a restless wind spew,
Before their whispers edged silent, mumbles from few,
As all vocals diminished beneath the fret of night,
Unaligned thoughts that reviled with spite;
And here now the leaves have shriveled in hue,
For their green liveliness was once emboldened in the fescue -
Now hidden hereunder the mask of shrouded dirt,
Not but a word from the leaves former spurt.