Sweet Slow-motion (Dis) Ensemble or Small Fall Request

Fall's soft-fluttering tempo before the crescendo

 trembles beneath boundless blue breadth.

But I have a small fall plea...

Don’t gratify us instantly 

But unfold nature’s law 

Of fall’s masterpiece poetry 

In sweet slow-motion awe 

Don’t undo woodlands all at once 

But as branches unfold 

Let breath-stealing wonder ensconce 

Our wants with red and gold 

Don’t rush the beauty of good-bye 

Like a wild pianist 

While overhead geese honk and fly 

And leaf-ballets untwist 

Don’t usher us, with brusque brush-strokes 

Across earth’s cluttered desk 

But tease us as your touch evokes 

Unraveled arabesque 

Don’t drain the beggar’s ballroom yet 

But let the music fade 

Fall's leaf and petal pirouette 

In sweet, slow promenade

© Janet Martin