05 October, 2016

Nature's Transformation

Your left over rays
ignited pin points of leafage.
Like a forest set ablaze,
you came roaring in crimson.

Joyous chroma
envelopes my senses.
Stand in silent
wonderment, lost in your arms-

As the night wind goes
so I stand on colorous feathered ground.
In the first light
you have arrived cold and uninvited.

Keleidoscopic hues
now lay down as a monochromatic gray.
Like a used sponge
I tumble to the ground as the trees have wept.

A stunted season now transformed.

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