As Autumn Idles

As Autumn idles A laziness caresses the moon Resting on a soft cloud bed Her shadow taunting the night In a nocturnal game of hide and seek A soft aroma rises From freshly trodden leaf beds A chatter of empty branches Counts a metronomic rhythm A feathered dance troupe performs Taking a final bow Beckoned by a distant sun Urged on by a chill wind Take flight my children Heed well the scents of nature Follow the wisdom of your soul