October’s rays are lazy; They don’t rise-and-shine, they fall. The leaves sift them like cinnamon And they rest on autumn like a shawl.
Pale yellow new-day Dawning behind black trees, A sunset in reverse. Promise of today, Seeping through the leaves, Breaks the evening’s curse. The sun, unseen, affects this change With the light that it supplies. The moon, suspended, in the West Watches as the darkness dies.