The leaves are brown and falling, fall’s bright colors yet to come. And footsteps leave dark hollows on the ground. D’you see? D’you hear? Look round behind but all you find is fear. I’m following.
The leaves are lying flat like broken dishes, smashed and spurned; and your unspoken wishes lie. Do you remember why? I’ll follow you.
The leaves await the rain and, sodden, sink beneath the pain. I wait till fall’s bright colors form the ribbon flowing down, scarlet on brown. I hide and seek and follow you.
Beware the seeping hollow in the ground. I followed there.