Thoughts

My mind has the falling leaves
from that,
serious tall ancestral.
Out of the window
with that gust.

Thinking of the silent birds
fluttering under the clouds.
Oh! That's Autumn;
By my lights
When my soul darken up.

Staring the leaves and the birds
Feeling the gust, smelling it's scent,
It had been so peaceful
But my thoughts are not.