October Foil

The beginning of the end
fell at my feet like bronze foil
cut into frivolous shapes.

They began to waltz,
stirred by fresh fingers
across the pavement,
and clung to the toes of
my boots.

As I searched for the wisdom
that scattered them,
I realised how much
they reminded me of you.

Too easily influenced
by wind whipsers and
trivial energies,

yet, too charming to be shaken off.