Autumn has come to rest
  in her garden
  come to paint the trees with emptiness
  and no pardon
  so many things have come undone
  like the leaves on the ground
  and suddenly she begins to cry
  but she doesn't know why
  heavy are the words that fall through the air
  to burden her shoulders
  caught up in the trees
  her soliloguy,
  "don't leave m ealone"
  
  Rome now comes to sit
  in her garden
  mingling the breeze with memories
  of a time when
  there was a room in pale yellow hues
  her room with a view
  where love made a bed of happiness
  in muslin and lace
  sweet is the voice from far away
  that speaks sotto voce and
  is lingering there in the golden air
  to quiet the day.