Leaves Crunch

[Donald Q.]

yellow wood
frost-kissed
barren trees
hands reaching
no longer time
for green steps
leaves sting nice
wind-whipped
on this trail
of dying
blossoms  

Enjoyed the sparseness of the poem, works well with the subject. I'm really torn on the punctuation. Whilst I can appreciate that the poem is not unclear in its current punctuation-free state, it doesn't have a smooth read... But on the other hand, this does make sense given the style. Perhaps it's just a couple of lines; 'no longer time' particularly. Maybe just one little comma? I'm not even making up my own mind, let alone yours here, but just something to think about.