Lost Autumn

those barren trees
and crumpled leaves
of a lost autumn
have been missed
and we long for,
for years together
in search of dime
lost precious time
now I see no trees
no crumpled leaves
no wait for winters
no hope of spring
to give life wings
and all that remains,
is dry empty land
and a searching hand
for that one dry fig
that color of twig
somewhere someplace
falling with grace
lest all is seen
dust-sand's being
swirling, falling
on roads melting
as I walk in silence
missing that essence
of crumpled leaves
from barren trees
of lost autumn
my lost autumn