Rondel form

The sun lay on the leaves like molten gold

I had to shield my eyes, it blinded me

I gazed with joy on the red maple tree.

The sky was violet blue,the air was cold.

The birds  this fall don’t emigrate, they flee.

They’re foreign birds,the Sun has told

The sunlight on the leaves was molten gold

I had to shield my eyes, it blinded me.

All that’s foreign like the sun is told

We don’t want you here, depart our trees. 

We want no alien folk within our fold

The headlines scream, the people are aggrieved

The sun lay on the leaves like molten gold