A Certain Dread

Nimble dread touches everything,
Makes the Autumn leaves afraid.
It visits every wedding
And makes the bride turn away.

It waits near every mirror
Turning lipstick into ash
It stalks around each corner
Answers questions that you ask.

There it goes a-fluttering
Disturbing children in their sleep;
Of all the baubles cluttering
It's the one you get to keep.