Deciduous
Late autumn winds are quickening the leaves
igniting metamorphosis of fall
where spectral colors burst forth and enthrall
a rapture brief, then vanishes and flees.
With fading eyes, she stares through window's eaves
to view an ancient oak, its heartbeat call
she feels the length of years, a weighty pall
her fleeting life, like leaves, will someday cease.
A bitter cold now grips the ancient oak
as dying leaves fall swiftly like a wave
her years are passed, no more to save
grim destiny does hasten nature’s blows.
She wakens suddenly at midnight’s stroke
the scythe of death arrives, as she well knows
she’ll join the leaves that settle on her grave.
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