Between Summer and Winter (Autumn) I want to stand under all the trees in Autumn in order to feel their leafs fall on me like tears they'll caress my skin as if gently playing a snare drum and I'll emphasize with their knowledge of past years I'd watch as a blue jay lands on limbs as the trees just sit and give consent silently and sigh as leafs fall from other stems while in the sky, a sun shines brilliantly And maybe I'd have a companion to share the setting with her eyes locked directly onto mine after a moment I'd place my lips on hers; yet not with forthwith while standing in the vast fields which smell faintly of pine It may be that I'd stand under silhouettes beloved or all alone But when night arrives I'll still find my way back home Just a short sonnet I worked on..