The trees in the woods are standing tall.

The light shines among their brown branches.

A half fallen tree squeaks as it

Mute and uncomplaining autumn comes around,

Racing towards winters slippery snake heels,

When brown leaves fall to the shallow

A fallen leaf clung to her hair.
A spot of gold entangled there.
With gentle fingers I pulled it free.
My reward? She smiled

The hard ground, touched by the first frost , is cold,

Frozen.

Burdened by the knowledge of coming winter, the leaves on

For this twilight dawn that blends to sapphire blue

Where my relief may come in lofty air -

As my mind dissolves within