May I ask for a dance
The wind muses softly
And the tall 
Aspens take a 
Polite bow

Their white branches
Sway in the
Moonlight

And as the golden 
Leaves tremble in 
The boundless sky
A crow
Caws a melody of 
Crisp evenings and 
Chilly nights

With the stubborn
Chase of the breeze
On the bosom of 
The cold October eve
A love story unfolds
Casting shadows

Between
The wind 
And the aspen leaves
Fluttering
Tonight