There is an Autumn stillness in the air:
fallen leaves upon the current glide
in silence to their fate without a care -
for love, life and warmth, they all have died.
Enfeebled rays slant down upon the trees
confusing myriad dying shades with green;
birds are whispering low beyond the leaves
for fear of marring nature’s dying scene.
O sleep, engulf me in your timeless mist!
obliterate the longing to be kissed -
for sweetest love runs bitter o’er again
when Autumn sunlight turns to Winter rain;
then transient beauty fades and soon is gone,
yet I remain, unchanged by time - alone.