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 the 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 where destiny does hasten nature’s blows as dying leaves fall swiftly like a wave. She wakens suddenly at midnight’s stroke the scythe of death arrives, as her heart knows she’ll join the leaves that settle on her grave.