What Stirs On an October Day

I.)

Leaves, fallen, skittering
with purpose, flecks of
brittle rust trailing behind them.

II.)

The full spectrum of
autumn, ablaze in the brilliant
glare of high noon.

III.)

Wooly bears; danger-prone,
dogged, scrounging the
compost for a tithe of its earth.

IV.)

A photographer, discerning eyes
locked behind hastened shutters,
moments captured in their gaze.

V.)

The preternatural hush
just before the trees groan
in their shared agony.

VI.)

The chill of feint winter, a dormant
twinge on a zephyrous tongue.