An Autumn Night

Shadows drip

and flit,

Groping about

The scattering

Of dead,

Crumpled leaves.

Crisp shards

Of air

Carrying the

Scent of

Wood fires

Holds the waking

Of winter.

Once in a while,

Pieces of a

Crows low, sheer

Caws will

Sound across

The freshly wakened

Moon.

A spider spins

Glances of

Moonlight

Into delicate

Threads

Throughout the night.

Drops of

Sadness curves

Throughout the

Gray, worn Sky.

They fall into

A pond and skim the surface

Before holding out hands

To the bottom

And being pulled closer,

Taking place in the

Reflection of

An autumn night's

Sky as

Stars.