Deep in the monotony of driving across the state,
Fall's goodbye kiss of golden light having lost its sway
With me, I looked up to my left and saw--
More felt-- gray winter riding there abreast of me.
Her team of horses rode ahead of her dark plough,
Which raked the earth of color in her wake.
The road turned. She overtook us all,
And as she did, wild rainbows arced
Around the wall between her world and ours,
Shot through with flying diamonds of her glittering hail.
Inside her walls, a thousand shades of gray
Mark her dimensions, the still green grass
Abashed by its sudden magnificence,
And then the light burst like a bugle cry
Through a hole deep in her side,
Delivering us back to the land where fall remained.
Should this love inside of me ever nod off to sleep,
I will go riding off again to look for the spot
Where two seasons meet. There may I recall that this love
Was always mine to borrow, and never mine to keep.
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