BY JAY WELLER
THE LAST AUTUMN LEAVES
NOW TREMBLE DOWN
THE NOVEMBER WINDS
SPIKE THE AIR
THERE IS NO HEART ACHE
IN THIS TOWN
A BROKEN HEART CAN GO NO WHERE
THE STAGGERED GEESE
FULL THROATED SOUND
GRASS LAID FLAT
ON FROZEN GROUND
FROM FROZEN LEAVES
RED, GOLD, AND BROWN
ALL PRETENSES, ARE LAID BARE