Decadent

I am mesmerized by fall.
Its unintentional decadence
Capturing my attention,
Gently cradling my cheek lest
Inattention to splendor
make the spectacular mundane
Each falling leaf
a reminder of the blazing glory
of dying
Rebirth a certainty,
Only a season away.
Isn't the greater thing
to revel in this momentary beauty?
Each golden moment
made precious
as the awareness of ending
whispers its sure promise
light as crystalline sparkles
on the morning blades of grass.