Autumn’s beauty transcends

Autumn’s beauty transcends the joyous leaves
That weep fallen! like the red-orange flame!
In the swirl-leaping, gust-gutter: eaves.
Sunrises ashen aglow his, aim!
So quintessential is this dousing...
Of the light! Of the fuse wires dark smoulder!
That even if of age espousing...
Not! We should learn loves warmth of pallor.
Tread softly as a lamb, emboldened
Into leaps of winter festive bliss
All’s being gathered and portioned
Much is rescued this winter’s deep abyss
So let the leaves fall for we shall arise?
Once and for all: from autumn’s demise.