Autumn Is Undone
This may be the week
when autumn is undone.
That black and cold gray dark sky
dampens the atmosphere and lies heavy on the leaves.
Colors fade and bland the trees
as each leaf loosens grip.
Heavy rain and gusting winds toss and rattle them free.
Falling down upon the ground.
Piles rise and cling to foot paths
holding snug upon the grass.
In the end, they’ll be swept away or tangled
hard pressed and mulched within the earth.
The seasonal cycle flows
from birth to life to death
and spring's rebirth.
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