Autumn Evening
Evening came with somber
amber sadness
And laid its stretch of bronze
across the tired hills.
I stood alone and heard
the quiet madness
Of wind-creaked boards in
broken windowsills.
And still my heart relived
the summer gladness
When joy and love flowed
water-like in rills;
Before the trees and leaves
came to their parting,
Before the brown and yellow
drove away bright green,
And you, with but a touch
of quiet sorrow,
Turned your back on all
that might have been.
(Jo Anzalone 7-26-1967)