Fallen

Autumn comes as suddenly
As wind blows down Chicago streets
It steals the green from every tree
And then the life, as it depletes
The chlorophyll (O evergreens!
Where are the pine trees of my youth?
I never saw such ugly scenes
When I was young, but now the truth
Comes crashing down: these trees will stand
Bare and dejected through the spring
And then return subdued yet grand
To overshadow everything).
I used to love autumn chill
But barren trees to me bode ill.