The leaves began to turn today Upon the soft bird's nest The sky as pure as porcelain Below the robin's chest But why, oh why must berries hang So vibrant and so warm When to their touch and taste and song My chest feels so forlorn Shivering pleasure, oh such pleasure Wavers winded on cool branches What fools doth try to measure While buried in heavy avalanches 9/20/10
mckenzie malanaphy 
Do tell.