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.