Autumn fever
autumns come and go

your voice beckons me now
to my backyard
where each autumn
I compose a poem

leaves of yore since forgotten
trampled by winds crushing speed
up into the air leaves are blown
high above the trees
where beyond
they could never have reached

ere there had been no autumn
the colors manifests on my mind’s wire
as I see myriads of them
my drooping eyes admire

the scent of corns still pervades
what wind can ever invade
yet your autumn is not different than mine
side by side we reside

many dawns we have seen together
maybe as many splendid sunrises
the beauty of the colorful autumn trees
is anyone's surmise

how so nature is rich
can any human be
as a matter of surprise
autumns are my loves prize