Beneath the leaves <br />Of an amber autumn <br />I hide myself, deep away <br />At the foot of the trees <br /> <br />Colors above <br />That sway in the soft breeze <br />But I can see only one <br />The branch of the turtle dove <br /> <br />This cool autumn <br />Has taken away love <br />And has thrown it from the trees <br />It rests at the bottom <br /> <br />So far from here <br />Over the fields of cotton <br />The small white turtle doves fly <br />A journey lasting years <br /> <br />A time has passed <br />I can think without tears <br />Back to the amber autumn <br />That now rests in the past<br /><br />David DeAngelo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-amber-autumn/
