Autumn
Flaming leaves leap Heavenward,
Attempting with their last gasping breath
To touch the face of God. Their
Elegiac dance engulfs
Us in flames, falling to the Earth in
Blazing crimson, gold, and orange.
And now blind, we fall apart.
Our collision was by chance, and we,
Cracked upon contact, breaking,
Watch Everwood and hope that
We can heal this breach. With our last gulps
Of breath, we attempt to touch
The face of God, but, failing,
We fall to the Earth: crumble, decay –
Autumn is finished for us.
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