Leaves Don't fall Without you Turning. Hang on When the wind blusters Hold tight when the rain pours Watch the geese fly south. Behold The sun go dim or even wait For Halloween. Do anything but Fall without unfurling Autumn's banner. Autumn is Good Friday's empty altar Stripped of flowers, and colors, and life Waves of purple draperies hide All glory from mortal eyes. Our feet make leaden steps Crush the ground below Leaves crumble No more Show.