Autumn Caprice

AUTUMN CAPRICE With what ease he shifts With such carefree abandon Harlequin garb at death’s door Time? Elemental And his whisperings Oh, God, his whisperings! Behemoth strides with iron fists But, oh, at times so gentle He calls the dance fiddles a macabre tune First smiles Then frowns Manipulating playthings A sadistic clown Relentless! Nor even forty winks The great beating heart tapping throbbing drumming Till all lay lifeless Only then this sleepy sigh A white shroud