Mood - Edit 2

[dukealien]

Inspired


When that mood manifests
  each blazing view attests
to shocking beauty of
  Autumn alight.

Dead leaves brush painterly
  in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize,
  drowning our sight.

Is it one’s mood that makes
  tree-chaff a scene that wakes
awe at its majesty,
  hymns of delight?

Or does that minstrel mood
  kindle as attitude
by chance of circumstance
  when the scene's right?

edit1;

When that mood manifests,
    every thing attests
to shocking beauty of
    Autumn alight.

Dead leaves go painterly
    in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize,
    drowning our sight.

Is it one’s mood that makes
    tree-chaff a scene that wakes
awe at its majesty,
    hymns of delight?

Or does that minstrel mood
    kindle as attitude
by chance of circumstance
    when the scene's right?

original version;

Mood


When that Mood manifests,
    every thing attests
to shocking beauty of
    all that's in sight.

Dead leaves go painterly
    in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize
    with all our might.

Is it this Mood that makes
    dead things a scene that wakes
feelings of majesty,
    awe and delight?

Or does that fickle Mood
    form in our solitude
born out of happenstance
    when the scene's right?