I like the melody-shifting season best.
No longer the bursting greenness of summer,
Not yet the resigned hibernation of winter.
It’s fall that carries a magical tune,
When the sky embraces the earth
With one last ardent desire
And its desperate kisses
Ignite nature’s most fervent colors --
Blood-red, flame-gold-orange --
My heart too sings
With the rhythm of creation
Still finding a home there
Before its doors close
Against the voices of the cold.