Waking in the night
I could hear the wind
Whoosh against the window
Cold air brush my cheek
Rising later the trees outside
Were turmoil-tossed whereas
Only the day before had stood
Frozen still leaf-bound
With pavements covered
In the park the chestnut avenue
Has spread before it a carpet
Of red of gold across the grass
In the before-sun light
Leaves fall are falling
Turning wrapped in cold wind
Tossed everywhichway
No way back they are leaving
Summer’s home Spring’s promise
To lie beyond symmetry
And reason’s eye.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
Waking in the night
I could hear the wind
Whoosh against the window
Cold air brush my cheek
Rising later the trees outside
Were turmoil-tossed whereas
Only the day before had stood
Frozen still leaf-bound
With pavements covered
In the park the chestnut avenue
Has spread before it a carpet
Of red of gold across the grass
In the before-sun light
Leaves fall are falling
Turning wrapped in cold wind
Tossed everywhichway
No way back they are leaving
Summer’s home Spring’s promise
To lie beyond symmetry
And reason’s eye.
