Falling out of Autumn

How the wind whistles a brisk serenade!
How it stands before the traveler,
Soft but frigid, intangible and unyielding!
An unbreakable wall upon the path,
Casting skeleton trees upon the earth,
Stripping to dark bones,
To dark bones.

The blades burn bright as they fall from the sky,
Twisting around the wind’s serpentine path
Point by point, like a starry night,
Raining upon the windswept earth,
Like rain falling down,
Falling down.