Autumn leaves among us

Spring has sprung our wayward past but at a glance
 shaped trees through your hair my jubilant one
 we are crushed to say a word to a friend
 Autumn leaves among us now

 we hear the Willow in frenzy cold pitch fever
 burning with the reality of comfort
 shades of hot scented pew
 in the course of our minds

 the temperate and the blind
 wandering wayward into the sun
 a crystal clear message of a song
 the Albatross takes south

 leave behind the trees
 a soft scent of dew
 bit off far more then you could chew
 Tuesday's gone with the wind