Autumn As It Passes

Waning moon seen through tree branches bare, November morning cool in the air, walking a path through dead summer grasses, autumn touching me as it passes, leaving in me a feeling of life, moving through the trees, it’s in the breeze, as I pause to stand still, my senses fill, and with each turn of the head I see it in remaining leaves yellow and red, I hear it in the crunch with each step of my feet,  it runs through my blood and each heartbeat, and with walking done, I feel it in the warmth of the rising sun