Ode to Autumn

Rebirth and birth

And it goes round and round

From Zeus' hands to the arms on Thanatos

To the cycle you are bound

The colours expand across the grey sky

Alas, the arc upon your sorrowed brow

Is as pulchritudinous

As the glistening, transluccent bow

Shadows reach for me

I walk alone

But the shadows reach up

As so I go on