Autumn woman

The golden grove will be scooped up
For now , while bared branches creak

Minus some old birds now chirruping
Beyond a white wall, under a blue sky.

Their cheerups are now yellow leaves
Scooped up by autumn’s old woman

She may leave autumn poems before
Too late & before she is in her winter.

Afer decline a fall follows, as if spring.
Autumn gold has to be leavened flat

By lake now dehyacinthed and birded.
The Siberia birds have started arriving.