Still waiting for all the beauty to stop but no
the yellow walnut leaves continue their twirl and dance
past my window, sun insists on cascading down
and this generous sky paints its signature shade of blue
behind the many tall trees waving their graceful arms
(at me? I think so, yes) gaily swinging their vines
to and fro and what am I supposed to do,
thus entranced, how do I wrench myself away
from this humble little window sitting here
quietly minding its own business relentlessly
displaying these magnificent small wonders
on and on and on, no end in sight?
