Each fall day

Out here dancing In the cold
I find refuge beneath the baren trees
In a bed of softened leaves.
I hear the whispers from the bark
That winter is on it's way
But today the sun is out
And underneath blue sky I will play.
I rise and retreat with the sun
And look back for one more glimpse
Of those soft fall hues
Before the harsh crisp air
Has time to chill my bones.
What I don't realize is
This one fall day
will never
Fall again.

But what did the painting say

On stage alone
Disgraced and fallen
I fend off the wild beasts
With a facade of bravery.
The puppet masters hand moves
But I refuse to see