Fall
The blood of nature
seeps from branches as it falls
carried by wind’s laugh
in a journey through time’s bid
onto man-trodden concrete.
Thunder bellows rage
while clouds shroud themselves in tears
and lightning shreds night
carving glimpses of shadows
into dusk’s timeless glory.
Grey skies petrified
look over earthen colors
encompassing cold
winds of change in the seasons
as was done in years of old.
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