Autumn has come to rest

In her garden

Come to paint the trees with emptiness

And no pardon

So many things have come undone

Like the leaves on the ground

And suddenly she begins to cry

But she doesn't know why

Heavy are the words that fall through the air

To burden her shoulders

Caught up in the trees,

Her soliloquy,

"don't leave me alone"



Rome now comes to sit

In her garden

Mingling the breeze with memories

Of a time when

There was a room with pale yellow hues

Her room with a view

Where love made a bed of happiness

In muslin and lace

Sweet is the voice from far away

That speaks sotto voce and

Is lingering there in the golden air

To quiet the day