Nude Autumn

Sometimes the trees throw down
their leafy trouser suits.
And strewn about the ground:
autumnal coats adorning

Outside this lonely room

Underneath cold dark gloom

Colors begin to fall

With the sinking of my heart 

Torn limb from

The fallen leaves,

Gathered upon embracing ground,

Formed in troops by the hasty breeze,

Twisting and turning making no

the leaves sprinkle the earth
their colors so bright in the evening night
their life asleep in the winter sheet