Twilight Ascension

Biting chill
In the air.
Plum hued musk;
Autumn's charm.
Glass crocheted intricately
Across mournful leaves,
Sepia in their
Feeble attempt
For freedom.
The undulating fall
From awed Glory
To brio
To Glory again.
Basket-woven cycle
Of the meekest,
God's Blessed.