Autumn Leaves turn, crinkling softly in colors gathering, whispering stories to the ground, yellow, brown and red, like heartbeats slowing down, each piece drifting, going home where it belongs, a symphony of twilight, deepening skies gather, preparing for the close, beauty folds inwards now, a quilt of memories swirling, moments held like breath, in cool air, a final embrace, before winter brings a pause.

— Frank O’Hara

• Frank OHara