If Summer is a giggling girl
Autumn is a Grandmother’s smile.
The smell of fallen lilacs,
A dress of golden linen draped around clouds.
She listens to your silence
With dewy hands pulling away swirls of grey
To show you life walking by
Barefooted on new snow.
Nature’s youth has surrendered
To sweeps of tears through Evergreens
With irrevocable immortality shielded
By glass-walls of sea and sky.
Left behind is the sound of loneliness
Swaying on Fall-eaten branches
In night-like afternoons.
Evenings of brass aging,
Too soon, into a shadow world
Of naked silhouettes reaching,
Longingly, for your sunny thoughts.