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)