Falling With Leaves of Autumn

The leaden cloud-covered sun relentlessly starves the summer harvest- strangling its life-giving light to wield the death of all filaments and assemblance of living green. Leaves plot their fate turning into a fiery protest of orange, yellow, cinnabar, and tawny brown in a masterful profusion of their demise. The wind razes its fervent unseen force to command the passionate throes of change whirling to steal leaves from shedding trees, carrying them in the lofts of shivering air upon the gathering storm clouds as they tumble into the gravity of winter’s saga of severity. Pale ochre light flows from a sallow golden paint brush atop the cascade of an October sky tangled in the surrendering landscape. My eyes turn within to gaze upon golden years of crumbling bones and deepening heart. I falter in welcoming the withering and rust the sleety stillness and frigid tempests as this magical mix of bountiful warmth of flaunting colors kindle embers holding the sun to spurn the shorter days and longer nights. Moments of recollection fall with autumn leaves presenting the splendid moments dredged from the past. I embrace each one as it turns in the wind flaunting its ancient ritual in glorious moments of dying. I revisit my life imbued with the gentle change of autumn.