Brocade lobes with silver traces
creating nature's alchemy
pale thread of life it embraces,
against chilled dusk's pure scenery.
Will wonder's eyes engage and see
the beauty of a fallen leaf
whose precious moment shines too swift?
Or, will it, fading, simply crush
this brittle lace from autumn’s gift
beneath the pile of burial rush.
Skeletal frame this leaf has lain
through season’s winds that wore it down
till only whittled bones remain,
of what was fall’s glow quite renown.
Laying on breast of days, its brown
skin crumpled from dry crust to foam,
to rest in this cycle’s white tomb.
Yet some wand lifted it to air
lining it in rich-colored chrome
to render splendour that was there.
Contest of Giorgio V: Impress Me ll
by nette onclaud