Late summer sun caught
Inside a young fall
Pokes a warm beam of light
Through a window, stirring up
A ballet of dust within
A slow tangle of choreographed chaos
Dampened only by early evening’s
Crisp air hinting of shorter days

The first fallen leaves
Curled, cooked and crumpled 
By autumn’s summer mask
Resemble large beetles 
who scurry like scarabs 
Upon sunbaked sidewalks 
Dancing with determination until
Fall’s chill settles into season