Autumn’s Magic Carpet

Oh, great magic patchwork carpet,
woven from star-like leaves of gold,
on tortoise wings of time you take me
far from white Winters world of cold
to the exotic realms of Summer
ruled over by the Sultan sun
and his daughter, bright dancing water
who sheds silk veils on everyone
but, though I try to scoop up treasures,
there is no way to take them home,
only the memories of sweet pleasures
of all the summers I have known.