Between the muted walls <br />Of my small space I call my own, <br />I displaced all my belongings <br />And changed the picture of my home <br />To resemble the now colored World... <br /> <br />Like an artist's palette: <br />Green, Yellow, Redd and Sky's Blue, <br />All those magical colors, <br />Each playing an important role <br />In my everyday mood, <br />In New York City... <br />Even the shiny reflection of copper, <br />Touches my inner self, <br />When totally secluded in my fortress <br />While awaiting patiently and motionless <br />For the arrival of the Fall... <br /> <br />I have learned that the human's heart <br />Was carefully designed by the Lord <br />Beyond heaven's gate, <br />Interior-like the soul <br />But made separate <br />By self-possession and regret <br />Of beauty less than infinite... <br /> <br />Now, alone and thoughtful, <br />I can feel and clearly see <br />Through the windows <br />Of my colorful fortress, <br />The Arrival of the Fall, <br />Thanks again to the Lord! ...<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fall-s-arrival/
