Into the dark dirge of love life’s painting of us revealed…

Deeper still the green that laps the corner of the tree

Seems to stare right Inside of me…

These vibrant colors they touch us and tickle our exploring eyes..

The wind… it unfurled and tastes your hair…

And at night the reddest moon… dances there…

It makes me sigh…

 

Leaves of trees that kiss the dew…float like angels

To the hostile road…crying..tossed amid the carnage…flattened…

Autumn’s crayon makes the forest wear age-old coats of color…

Those tiny leaves… in their dying… they shine their brightest..

 

Can we be made to learn from these?

Fall’s gifts delivered over centuries..

Holding hands…our footfall soon to cover…we walk with the sound of piles of spent life… shuffling ahead…

To think we are walking on hallowed ground…

Where fall… always… goes to bed..

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