Spring Time in Fall

Written by: Tanika Cooks

Falls Folly is that all will Founder
Falling slowing to the ground, or
Floating atop a liquid mirror
It all displays a death
Short and kind 
Brought about by brutal winds
Throwing pieces through the sky’s
But Fall is only victorious for a time 
Because in spring life returns 
In the Form of budding babies
Born anew: yellow, green, and blue