Bronze-hued leaves
Skate away from auburn trees
And puddle down to greener ground,
Honey-like and out of sound;

Leaf to leaf
Fall through vacuums of belief,
And, plucked from wetness, hue and care
Are lost to life, discarded, bare.

Love and zeal
Sigh and pass from thoughts unreal
Into the real. Shadows fall
Beyond the passion lust enthrals

To ecstasy,
And lead the heart to tenancy
Of custom, practice, task and duty;
Love of habit, not in beauty.