Autumn
invades the garden
paints(regardless)
evertything in moonlight
the cat perched
in the tree
the owl stuck
to the ground
the lovers(hidden
just out of sight)
kissing good night
even their words
silver with longing
even the silence.
Autumn moves on
(like a graffitti artist
with a can of moonlight in its hand)
... to the next garden.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-was-here/