autumn

Early October

The leaves are changing late this year
afeared to show their turning
and so the boughs hang heavy here
as if for autumn yearning
each scarlet blush, the brown decay
each golden glimpse in air
falls not into the wind at play
but holds like summer’s there
no seed nor kernal comes to ground
reticent to their fate
and from the trees comes not a sound
their leaves are changing late.