Delusions Of Autumn Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

A child
who never knew the seasons
once longed
to see autumn

So he laid trees
with leaves of crafted gold
and waited earnestly
beneath their branches

But the orchard of his dreams
gave no fruit,
no shade,
no pleasure,

And when the time came at last
to peel those layers off
down to their last glitter...

All he was left with
was no one but himself,
mannequins of lifeless branches,
and the cold
from the rain and frost.