AN AUTUMN'S DAY

Golden leaves,
rustled noislessly
over the ground.
Their color
was rich and pure,
And fire seemed
to be the intensity
of their beauty.
Somewhere, a bird
sang his last song
before taking flight
To a far more
sunnny and warm place.
I had walked far and long,
On that path,
And my day was drawing near.
I stopped-
And turned to go,
My heart was filled
With such sorrow.
For this was
Such a lovely place.
Yet,
There was still
Another autumn day.