Bring

She said, "It is time to go.

The leaves are heavy now."

Then in a day and a night

Leaves were blown wildly down

As though by a purpose of air.

The cold morning showed

Amongst the evergreens

Some tufts of yellow and red

But the woods were bony now,

Ferns drained to albino,

A fur of frost on the fields.

"Tt is time to go," she said.

"Time to drop from the dream.

Let the dream shed you off

As easily as a leaf.

How much of it can you bring

With no loss on the way-

Bring to where I wait?"