how hard it is to tell in words

A hymn for Autumn

How hard it is to tell in wordsThe feeling Autumn bringsOf sweet with bitter, shade with sun,Inside the heart of things. Bright rockets for a moment breakThe darkness overhead:Bright poppies, as the days grow chill,Commemorate the dead. The gold and crimson in the leavesIs part of their decay,And then how shapely stand the treesWhen leaves are stripped away. A grain …