Autumnal
I feel Autumnal hints
Colour the air:
Chamæleonic tints
Pale-hued and spare.
Bird-clouds traverse the rain-
Washed, wind-blown skies
As Summer heats decline
To Winter’s ice.
Through failing mortal powers
I, too, migrate
Across those unknown hours
Which are my fate.
I trust I shall arrive –
My transit done –
In some lushParadise
Beyond the sun.
Yet, if my hope should be
Betrayed at last,
All my eternity
Will be as dust.
But you will never know,
(Who live distraught
Until your time to go),
My last resort!.
Although Autumnal tones
Cool my warm breath
I feel, deep in my bones,
Life transcends death.
