Late October

Carefully
The leaves of autumn
Sprinkle down the tinny
Sounds of little dyings

And Skies sated of ruddy sunsets
of roseate dawns
Roil ceaselessly in cobweb grays
And turn to black
For comfort

Only lovers
See the fall
As a signal end to endings
A gruffish gesture alerting
Those who will not be alarmed
That we begin to stop

In order simply
To begin
Again.

- maya angelou -