Unfinished

Drifting mahogany scents entangle with descending leaves,
More than quiet livelihood
Entertaining the senses, purity and serene
Plunging and fluttering amongst the breeze
I wouldn't, Wait, Yes I would.
Forever will you dance with me?
The cool nights begin to freeze
All at once the life is gone
Until something strange becomes anew
As briskly appearing as the dawn
The chickadees all atwitter
Gentle changing iced morning dew
(....to be continued)