Autumn calls for confession, Attunes one to a new key. I love the symphony of silence Beneath the solemn splendid fall of leaves. Through soft, enticing tones of coffee They beckon to the point of breathlessness, And autumn's feasts in the gardens In exuberant madness of hues. In spite of weighty arguments Beneath the mournful melodies of rain Autumn quietly, so refinedly Penetrates the depths of soul. In crowns that burn like fires, In the radiance of golden luxuriant robes, In quiet rhythms of rainy poetry— The triumph of life forebodes everywhere. Autumn inscrutable in its power... I am captive to your enchanting days... And in melodious serenades I hear the heart's tender refrain.
