As leaves float down - 1st draft

As leaves float down, whipped by the breeze
In Autumn, dance beneath the trees
To dust the earth in shades of red,
Russet, gold, a wondrous spread;
A crimson sun on fabled seas.

These are the sprites of nature's ease
Who twist and twirl in merry tease
Then land to upon comfy bed,
As leaves float down.

The artist's brush paints as he sees
The bloodied ground a startling frieze
While poet's write in mournful dread
A metaphor of loves' tears shed
Yet seasons pass as each does please,
As leaves float down.