Trees standing tall
with green then yellow
red, brown
                                                         leaves
Dancing in then on
the wind. Twirling
cascading
                                              ­           Falling
Past people who have
no time for nature's annual
ball with eyes cast
                                                         down
The waltz falls on
blind eyes and busy
mind set to
                                                         to
Things deemed more
important than a seasons
change from one to
                                                         the
Next. So the leaves
pass unnoticed
falling down to the
                                                         *ground

Love is a lot like mist.
It swirls and dances,
Wavers and blinds,
Until it finally dissipates
and fades away