Autumn

into the strenuous briefness
by e. e. cummings

into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends

i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim, sayingly;

(Do you think?) the
i do, world
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and, ashes)

Just how perfect this poem is for Autumn and what am i feeling lately. One of my favorite poem of e.e. cummings.  A wonderful description of what life is all about..... unfair, sometimes hard, it is short but simply AMAZING!  And i feel like Autumn describes what life is.