Autumn has come whispering secretly,

one last kiss,

before gray November,

before winter,

Autumn’s light has painted all of the leaves,

all of the acts,

just one or two colors now,

all aflame in one last

gasp of glory,

one last dance,

one frost away,

one breeze,

from the naked trees,

the cold exposed dark woods,

closing down for the winter,

I feel a divine loneliness

out in the woods,

Our hearts should do this more.