Autumn Calls Me Again

Autumn calls me again to find the way out myself: There's way too much beauty to enclose within walls I always expected to see then the elves And dryads, kneeling in wheat yellowed halls; Wood nymphs harvesting bark, from the trees, To shelter from winter's soon prying clutches And leprechauns toting their potsgold, to tease Shy rabbits, before their twig thatched hutches My blood grows feverish before coming storms; Things often disappear in the shut-in months Don't want the love from my arms, freshly torn- Fall's crisp, chaste wind brought me to you, once..