Ode to fleeting beauty
Your nights are brisk, dear Fall,
Your sunsets light the sky afire.
You, mirroring, perhaps, the shades of trees
Which I now watch with awe:
This yearly show where you inspire
Bright leaves ablaze, then floating on the breze.
And yet, you tease my heart
Your gorgeous brilliance doomed to fade
And how can I embrace your waning strength?
Yet I’m wrong from the start
No matter how briefly you stayed.
Its depth of love that matters, not the length.