An embrace from the gentle fall breeze.
At last, I begin to feel at ease.
The smell of autumn,
The cool air,
The pallet of the drifting leaves -
All within a moment to seize.

I ponder at the chaos
Made colorful and pristine.
But what is the cost
Of this calming scene?
Am I to simply descend,
Or can I remain and stand?

While mulling over more complaints,
On my hand landed a small leaf
Whose fickle state and faint brown taint
Rested like a sigh of relief.