D.O.A. (Death of Autumn)

Darkened days now the norm

Temperamental winds usher in a frosty reality while

Falls grasp, tenuous and slipping,

Tries to remember days lost in an autumnal haze.

Fiery reds are extinguished and relinquish themselves to blades coated in a fine morning dew.

Wasting away, the tears of tomorrow are soaked into the earth with the

Promise of a new day.

 

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