Let's Tango

So many worlds work as one; a symbiotic tango where no feet are ever stepped on - no pardons conferred. An intersection of nature, busy, yet no traffic lights nor accidents or road rage. A seductive tease where cold shoulders and hot glances share equal stage - smirking. The first blanket of leaves lie soaked beneath the shuffling of the last, covers the naked dancing/celebrating worms and sprouts who feast on the nourishing gifts of Autumn now winter worn to perfection. Waiting, a red-breast is filled, and on high, new leaves are born to hide their summer nests.