In broken breeze and whispering winds,
Falling off in a ballet flight,
Pointed toes in golden slippers
Bodies curved to golden arches,
To edges widened like hands spread,

Now scattered in air and then woven in a thread,
Like home bound birds of a fleeting evening,
In hues of rust and amorous sunset,
Like a firebird in conquest of a last flight,
They attain and drop, they raise aloft,

A fall so graceful to notes of unseen
In windswept motions to a thousand flutes
In fading autumns, of a summer once been
This shower of gold so happy to wilt
To a cacophonous winter they sing this song
You may be bleak but a spring be assured