Autumn

 

To
pieces
I fall
as I watch
the leaves
say
their last
triumphant
goodbye

such beauty
there is
in the sounds
of their
rustling gasps
for that last
breath
of light
that lingers
lowly
in the cold wind

some
are
fFighting
harder
than
others
the bursting reds
winning out
leaving the
yearning yellows
and burnt out oranges
feeling so very
done and
over and
ready
to go

It’s all a fight
to the
finish
for them
and their colors
their  casket
to carry
them all the way
down
down
down
as they
all    fall
   fall
            fall
slowly
to their
own
quiet
peace.

 

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