Leafs do dance
and branches rustle
as chilled air
through them goes
lifting up
fine dust stirring
flowing quickly
upon the ground
quietly flowing
without a babble
across the land
in channel cut
red of rust
smoothly carried
in the bottom
of water cold
a leaf flying
upon the wind chilled
into the channel
does quietly fall
chill of wind
flow of water
across the land
carrying away
gold of light
quickly fading
as the darkness
does take all