came a day,  and it was autumn again.
green ran to where summer was,
yellow and crimson  turned grey and brown
cold colors covered the world.

thus, midday on thursday,
the sun burst through,  intermittently,
the red and orange
lingering  made autumn look beautiful.

when down fluttered
the prettiest gold leaf
     right beside
             me.
hello said the leaf!  

a leaf is mute. But I heard a voice, in the cool breeze
speak so clearly.

I in awe , noticed the tree from where the leaf
fell, standing tall and naked say,
you are just out of tune.

Keeping time, then with
the old tree I rhymed.

rhythmed,
played with the one leaf,
and a tree who both so clearly spoke to me.

I woke up then to
see, I had fallen fast asleep and it was winter.