Between the muted walls
Of my small space I call my own,
I displaced all my belongings
And changed the picture of my home
To resemble the now colored World...

Like an artist's palette:
Green, Yellow, Redd and Sky's Blue,
All those magical colors,
Each playing an important role
In my everyday mood,
In New York City...
Even the shiny reflection of copper,
Touches my inner self,
When totally secluded in my fortress
While awaiting patiently and motionless
For the arrival of the Fall...

I have learned that the human's heart
Was carefully designed by the Lord
Beyond heaven's gate,
Interior-like the soul
But made separate
By self-possession and regret
Of beauty less than infinite...

Now, alone and thoughtful,
I can feel and clearly see
Through the windows
Of my colorful fortress,
The Arrival of the Fall,
Thanks again to the Lord! ...

Romeo Della Valle

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fall-s-arrival/