Dreams - Edit 1.0

[brynmawr1]

Dreams

The poet told 
of love in reams
with fingers cold

come autumn. Trees
leached colours bold
into tannin streams.

As their leaves turned gold
I grew old in your dreams.

you gotta give us time to digest the original before reposting.  I like the edits but seems like something is missing that I, vaguely, remember being there earlier.  I like the rhyme, end and internal.  What about making the last stanza present tense?
bryn