Autumn Song

David Park Barnitz

Weep, far autumnal skies,
     Shrouded in misty air;
Weep, for thy solemn dearth,
     And for thy chill despair,
          Earth.

O stricken forest-trees,
     Dead leaves that falter down
Solemnly to your sleep,
     Golden, and red, and brown,
          Weep.