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
soliloguy "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 in 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 (.
inner* garden I inner, ** garden ii)
