Autumn falls, with withering yellow gold flecks

across this land, to haunt the mind

with meanings and unending sighs

these foreign emotions i cannot understand

since autumn never worried my homeland.

mostly a state of mind

a rake across the convoluted patterns of my brain

scratching into reluctant memories

that hesitate to remind

chilly breeze that drives the cold

right through my frail body

foreboding shadows that fall quickly

blunting already cold senses

patterns etched in the sky

of spiky spiny naked tree corpses

evoking bewilderment

at nature's odd dance

to die to rise to die to rise

an alien in a familiar land, undecided, with the seasons disguise.