My Mind Turns Autumn, Again

My mind turns Autumn, again And my thoughts undress from coherence I can sense that my scarlett feelings Are trying to escape? I was reading stars from my tea-cup today but conversing with future tends to sadden me Did I say: My mind turns Autumn Again ? I keep envisioning sunsets from past weeks back then the air liked to mutter a peach-coloured scent and I (watching the softly falling rain) Muttered along My mind turns Autumn Again I know I will walk those streets with a sense of this beauty being too much to comprehend I wrote a letter to a friend saying I missed a true connection but that such beauty Compensates ? (For that) My mind turns Atumn, again I'm afraid That nothing can really mitigate this Sense (ation) I think I must paint a bird who returns to his nest (Like the birds in my head) My mind becomes Autumn again