The River

As the yellow leaves fell, In the twilight that shared there color, They fell into the cold blue of the river, Warmed through by light as a pan over water, And they tossed and turned, And rolled in the flow, As an unsetteled child in the troubling years. I would stand there for hours, Until a chill threatened to embrace me, Or i longed for the warmth of my mothers arms at home, As the sun dissapeared beneath its single green lid, With a black outline, of grass, forming the lashes of this Beautiful scene. Now, i wish in my older years Had i sat by its edge, and stayed a little longer, Had i seen those leaves fall, In the light of a new moon, Ripe as the cream which it shares color, And watched the Lilacs and Lilys upon the other bank, Alittle longer, Seen them cast into the blue themselves, And watched them make the fated journey upon the waters, Had i sat by, i would have seen them fold and crumble, Beneath the waterfall.