Autumn has come to rest In her garden Come to paint the trees with emptiness And no pardon So many things have come undone Like the leaves on the ground And suddenly she begins to cry But she doesnt know why Heavy are the words that fall through the air To burden her shoulders Caught up in the trees, Her soliloquy, "dont leave me alone" Rome now comes to sit In her garden Mingling the breeze with memories Of a time when There was a room with pale yellow hues Her room with a view Where love made a bed of happiness In muslin and lace Sweet is the voice from far away That speaks sotto voce and Is lingering there in the golden air To quiet the day