in

Fall

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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