Autumn's Call
Life is grand for a few short months
budding and blooming each Spring
shading us in Summer's sultry heat
to branches they so desperately cling
But time must take its hefty toll
withering once they've taken the fall
overlooked and simply swept away
temperately answering Autumn's call
Cruel North winds age them quickly
Golden leaves become fringed in rust
wrinkled and brittle, tumbling aground
laying crushed beneath my feet to dust
Never granted a ceremonial burial
raked into pyres and burned in heaps
burdens for the vigilant gardener
for their sad demise no one weeps
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016
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