Autumn

Was a long time coming,
so many fruitless trees,
an Autumn forest,
laid naked from it's leafs.

A hint of sunshine
but eaten by the clouds,
the clouds, that so quickly,
cover like a shroud.

The damnedest thing,
A fool believes,
that love flows easy,
it always does in dreams.

Was a long time coming
but the taste of love sublime,
A feast set before me,
forever will I dine.