Today, as I walked in the park,
I saw the many autumn leaves
falling…
Shades of red and yellow, like fire,
purple with a tinge of black burning,
Orange mixed with pink,
Magenta and blue and brown
They were all around
In a windy afternoon,
When the wind whirled them up, up, up
Kaleidoscopically captivating the sky,
Thickly, with many hands painting
the blushing canvas,
They then fell, multicolored, melting,
forming an afghan carpet;
And I wandered, slowly, dreamy,
I thought of you, gallantly dressed,
Like the leaves now all splendidly arrayed;
Arranged in a winsome display of renaissance,
Their beauty delicately displayed
Like the plumes on the Peacock.