Beyond Words

This symphony of the autumn wind
An orchestral harmony of leaves
Green and yellow
Crescendos with each gusty
Change in tempo
Until a brown withered leaf
Of an old oak
Wafts spiraling
On the last dirgeful note
Of summerís lamentÖ
Spider web strings
Play the sunlight
With a subtle vibration
Of silver glow
As the soft undulation
Of the pond
Sways to shadows
Of autumnís baton
Flickering ever so quietly
To etherís breath
And I watch as the old leaf
Holds the last note of summer
And feel the whole world
Burst out into shouts of applause
As the old leaf
Ends the refrainÖ
   It was beyond words

© 1988 Jim Cain