If I could put into my pockets
Every golden leaf
I would be a wealthy woman, indeed
If I could weigh in my hands
The burning, copper sky
My fingers would forever stain with it’s glowing dye If I could teach trees how to sing
And ruffle their plucked feathers
All the world would hear Swan songs, hoarse due to the weather If I could drink every drop of light
That plays about the trees
It would satiate every single hunger within me
And if I could carve into my heart
One season to be free
Fall would nestle in it, dying and happy.