As The World Turns

Autumn Mobile

with the world still spinning,
still sleeping

morning trees

leaving their landscapes,
altering perception, perspective

rising upon a horizon
dipping to meet a blanketed and banked road

their motion
in the grey-blue light
divulging no shadows
as they settle alongside
the slow of this car's winding-wheels
churning the fog of dew point air
in congress with the restitution of perspective
to a landscape in relief
of a mind no longer wandering,
thoughts firmly rooted to the wind of a road
buffeted by a puissant wind
that spins falling foliage
into an autumn mobile

the leaves,
the world,
these wheels,
turning