Beneath the leaves
Of an amber autumn
I hide myself, deep away
At the foot of the trees

Colors above
That sway in the soft breeze
But I can see only one
The branch of the turtle dove

This cool autumn
Has taken away love
And has thrown it from the trees
It rests at the bottom

So far from here
Over the fields of cotton
The small white turtle doves fly
A journey lasting years

A time has passed
I can think without tears
Back to the amber autumn
That now rests in the past

David DeAngelo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-amber-autumn/