A Story for Autumn

A story for Autumn
And her piercing amber eyes
That appear through in the afternoon
And disappear at dusk

A story of heartache
And cool frosty breezes
That send showers of leaves
On the heads of wanderers

A story of loses
That end in bare branches
And empty pockets
That lead to bristled footsteps

A story of earnings
Of golden fields of wheat
And harvests of the heart
Of things yet to be found

A story for Autumn
In all of her glory
In all of her sunrises and sunsets
There is a story for Autumn