'red Stained Leaves Falling'

red stained leaves falling outside my window burnt orange, gold, and red floating down like swirling dancers listening, I hear their weeping and whispering grief of withering away and decaying beneath the winter snow . . . I gather the fragile colors to my heart in their final sigh to press between the pages of my written words so that in the cold of winter I can open to that page and behold but when I do- they are brittle dead and falling apart . . . ____________________________ March 12, 2019 Poetry/Free Verse/'red stained leaves falling' Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1123-179-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, 'red stained leaves falling' sponsor, Brian Strand First Place