What are the golds of autumn day

But copper coins while I’m away?

The leaves that wreath – all yellow and green

The sombre afternoons are mean

And mocking when we are apart

The hanging aspens lance my heart

The silver birch, though gowned with gold

Stands, a monument, to cold

And orange and carrot coloured leaves

Feed me the thought that always grieves:

You’re far away. Yet beautiful

The scene is so, so rich that all

It’s gorgeousness breaks through the gloom

And brings you to me in this room.

Sins of separation pardon

Restoring glory to the garden. 

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