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.