Written in my mind while driving to Kira's after steak dinner triple birthday party at Texas Road House Oct. 24. 2015

Oh, wind! Why must you take my jewels away?  Brilliant crimson,, precious gold, blazing Amber!  
Makes me want to weep.                                                                                                                   Indian simmer, no more, given way to cool fresh breezes.
Mere tinges of glowing gems in twilight's rays, before the frost have turned to collideiscopic colors.
Leaves in their full glory fill the curbs along parks, and carpet lawns.
No longer just little yellow leaves from early on, all the colors are falling, some even pink and brown.
No,no!, do not take them down!