If <br />as they say <br />a fool in love <br />is <br />a fool in all his glory <br />then <br />I am he <br />Here amongst the golds <br />and russets <br />The rustling and the <br />almost holy <br />bareness <br />of the autumn trees <br />where greens and golds <br />compete <br />to become <br />the next voyager <br />upon the cooling <br />breeze <br />A fool indeed <br />but oh <br />the glory<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fool-in-all-his-glory/
