The Fall's Arrival

Between the muted walls Of my small space I call my own, I displaced all my belongings And changed the picture of my home To resemble the now colored World... Like an artist's palette: Green, Yellow, Redd and Sky's Blue, All those magical colors, Each playing an important role In my everyday mood, In New York City... Even the shiny reflection of copper, Touches my inner self, When totally secluded in my fortress While awaiting patiently and motionless For the arrival of the Fall... I have learned that the human's heart Was carefully designed by the Lord Beyond heaven's gate, Interior-like the soul But made separate By self-possession and regret Of beauty less than infinite... Now, alone and thoughtful, I can feel and clearly see Through the windows Of my colorful fortress, The Arrival of the Fall, Thanks again to the Lord! ...