With it all falls and sifts gold foliage, soon nothing will remain

Branches all thinning and thinning. The only sure way to keep it longer in your mind and in your gilded heart is not stopping to look at the sun-drenched and luminous treetops. They burn in the fire of a hurricane leaving warm autumn storms. These golden notches in memory and bloodlessly gnawing noises in the heart are enough to survive the gloom of winter and wait for a fresh and fragrant life.