Grandmother of Paradise

I watched
As the oaks parted with their green peers
As they said goodbye and stood naked,
Shivering,
And proud
I watched the sky's weeping
As the sun got shy
And hid behind a herd of ebony sheep
I watched as its nervous rays broke thru the shallow, flying cottons
And the northern star finally had a chance to sleep

I watched…
And 'til today I'm not sure if it's the sound of it
The gleam of it
Or a combination of both, that soothes my sore eyes
All I know is that autumn,
Dear winter
Is the great, great, grandmother of what we call paradise.