Autumn Leaves
Idun cast her golden net
beneath the laden bough
a shaw of twisted yellow grass
shined the feathers of the sun
to glory on her brow
eyes made brightly fey
she saw the fringes trace
the hidden looms desire
and whispered, stay
these golden apples
dearly bought
gathered in my skirt
shall undo
what years have wrought
and sooth the hurt
her eyes held the look
of autumn leaves
her skirt, the heart of spring
Copyright 05/14/99 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon