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

© 1988 Jim Cain