Autumn

Autumn faces
Leaving traces
Colored words
In telling places

Chilling air
A child’s dare
Season such
In paint so fair

Coats adorn
Grass forlorn
Forgetful of
A winter's scorn

Tell me now
Have I forgot
The aging of
A land of not

A place where we
Have never been
A golden time
And never sinned

Tell me now
Have we forgot
A place for us
A land of not