On the brink of autumn,
I stand ‘n gaze
to golden-amber foliage
Once crowned the thickets
Now gasping for air
adrift, paled
.
Ephemeral love
withers with shifting wind
heart barren
a bare bough deciduous
every fall
plunging leaves
are tears trees shed
an elegy to departing love-
.
Waning bright days
russet shadows swell
distant nights unending,
sluggish sun
losing its grip,
mossy feelings,
fluttering leaves
at the windowpane,
the curtain falls,
love flatlined,
shattered memories shards
lancing deep to the core
bleeding realm red-hued
as winter nears.
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Image by: Autumn Mott Rodeheaver
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