I find often find your comments great reads, when I can understand them
Late Fall
Two days ago the ground looked barren, brown
surrounded ever greens of life like pews
seclude their prayers, undone chores infused
this view, in beauty's absence they had grown.
Then, hardly warned, change came and snowfall coned
all open to its touch; sublime bestowed
the draw of eyes from melodies too toned
by fall, they rose to brilliance, birch boughs bode;
late season gifts of future drifted woes
from old. Now, presents melt to meet the past
lifts winter's cold to come, much lees the blast
for those who must await time's march. Winds blow;
the autumn leaves like summer: put to shame,
and tricks the mind that SAD's the blame.