These are intangible moments-
Autumn’s coming off with a breeze.
Trees’re reflected on water,
In amber and gold outfits.
Like birds, flying off branches,
Autumn flitters and spins in the air,
Then falls at my feet and lies,
Whispering charms in my ear.
Oh, how fast and ruthlessly
Beauty fades and goes away.
The colors turn pale irreparably.
Gone… misery, dismay…
