Autumn's Dawn (Before I Blink)

This storming autumn
bares crisp cold leaves
to tear and crumble
upon their crash-
and I turn
my head, coiling
to see the dead
yellow fans

brought down
by
the dawning season.
it is of
worth and reason, changing
one life
to form into
another,
and my eyes
dare not
blink inside
the heart of it all.

these rough altered
leaves
sound their crunch
in frosting airs,
deleting
life from our
summer.
the gaze, I
notice from
tinted sun, rolls me
down into silver
clouds-

or are they filled with gray?

in the weeks to follow,
I can never really tell.