je considere

it was curiosity that lead me to such a place
with a sullen drop of autumn's face

And the dampness beneath my feet
i felt the winds color change

where o' where have you taken me
to a place of beckoning
where the darkening silhouettes do sleep

i must rest to visit what i ventured for
my friends the trees - sway heavily
as i ponder,
is there anything more lovely you could render