Down Autumn's Road

In a whirlpool I am a leaf no arms to swim or legs to kick, brown and red freckled skin torn and speckled in nicks -- In a stream a million leaves no where to go or arrival time, water logged and sodden hope dirty and covered in grime -- In a meadow a field of death no moon above me or stars to speak of, shooting and sun burnt hearts bright and full of love -- In a dream a field of white no green above or bright colors below, waving and wind bent fall blowing and swaying over snow...