A Child of Autumn

I wander in the heart of October's breath
listening to the mountains sigh  
as in dreams as in a distant birth
I wander the misty sky

whispers of tune gold leaves flutter
the moon convenes with shadows
I as a wandering whisper of past laughter
walk and ripples the tranquil water
 
rain as dew from shades of soft rusts
fall down crags with muffled music
tones of blue gossamer waltz in Grace
autumn colours with time that drips

softly as silken linen fall
from up above to the ground
a figure a naiad a thought repelled
emptiness in poetry never found