Mood - Edit 2

[dukealien]

edit1;

Inspired


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?

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Sincere thanks to all the critics.  The above revision doesn't address the critiques of @vagabond and @nibbed, hope the changes have not ruined anything they particularly liked.

I've stuck to the rhyme and metric scheme, though appreciating the advice to change either or both.

Though I didn't notice when writing the first draft, this is more lyric than anything else - can even be sung to an abbreviated form of a well-known national anthem.  

As to the use of questions, I've retained the Socratic method while trying to add a little verbal sparkle - as several suggested.  This was, frankly, the least bad of several recent works, hence best for critique and improvement.  The interest is gratifying and appreciated.