October's End
When the bright and brittle cast off leaves
Disconsolately chattering
Flee before a fickle breeze and
Dance about my booted ankles
Vibrant at their last
I know the fall’s half over.
When I fell into your deep deep eyes
Became a part of you
Your shy secret smile and distant gaze
In your soft sad language I was spoken
And in your wistful face
Conveyed.