Colorful Autumn--Take 2

Colorful Autumn

A fountain sings. Clouds stand

In clear blueness, white, delicate.

Silent people wander thoughtfully

Through the old garden in the evening.

The marble of the ancestors has faded to grey.

A line of birds streaks into the distance.

A faun with dead eyes gazes

After shadows that glide into darkness.

Leaves fall red from the old tree,

Rotate inside through the open window.

A firelight glows in the room,

And paints dim specters of anxiety.

Opal smoke weaves over the grass,

A carpet of wilted smells.

In the fountain the sickle moon shimmers

Like green glass in freezing air.