And the matching season — Remembering those who left
Farewell dance of rust and wind ushering the blight
Whirling down gold and copper threads, disrobing trees
Precious beads washed ashore in waves of paling light
Autumn leaves swirling in a cold November breeze
Amber leaves and golden seeds in a final quest
Welcome sweet melancholy in eternal rest
Paved in vermilion frost, ephemeral delight
Secret place and ancient maze, laying out of sight
Rest in peace oh immortal souls who came before
Soon enough, Summer will be knocking at the door
Let the board sound
Rabih
The Idea Sounding Board 