As autumn leaves
A shivery eve,
Shadows fall
Upon my mind,
Obscuring shades
While vista fades,
I’m made to feel
Nature betrayed
What summer gave
In sun filled days…
Thus autumn leaves
My soul behind,
A summer hostage
Of pleas ignored
To keep alive,
Fair weather skies
And butterflies …
Soon winter’s blast
Will cast a haze,
To chase the last
Of autumn leaves,
And Frost said Jack
Will come awake
In a world grey,
And blustery wake…
Tho I’d turn back
Fall season’s clock,
Nature chose hold
Its mortal code,
For Thanatos
To now wrest
Last season’s hold
On autumn leaves,
To thus make way,
For winter’s cold!
Poetry on a Canapé 
Beatitul poem of four verses like four seasons… I like the revised version
The revised version is in fact the only version ever finished and published, so it pleases me the you have found it to your liking. Jean-Jacques Fournier
I like the rythm ef the text and the romantic wording.
Being a fair weather person, it always saddens me to see the last of natures colours fade to greys, that clock work reminder of Jack Frost’s white wash handy work to come. Thus a little poetic reminiscing helps soothe the imposition of winter’s short days and long nights without rushing time away. Thanks for sharing your feelings. Jean-Jacques Fournier