The song of forgotten springs have reached
the dreamer’s heart:
today is the first day of a dream in color.
Last to arrive and last to go is the pale rose’s way.
When it fades butterflies and light will perform
a wonderful mime.
Autumn! Even though we both die at the end
something deep in me will love you
till the end of time!
© Frédéric Georges Martin
Illustration: Afternoon Light, Dogwood (Thomas Kinkade, 1985)