The Leaves

by John Enright

The leaves fell flaming red
Like pieces of my heart.
"They're beautiful," she said,
And so we made a start

Of sifting through that treasure.
Each spangled scarlet leaf
Infused her heart with pleasure,
While I, with grateful grief,

Beheld her inner being
Still filled with bright delight.
The simple act of seeing
Outshined the looming night.