Stardust on Autumn Leaves

the last tastes of summer slowly evaporate on my tender tongue. no longer will fresh strawberries burst outside my cottage window, nor will the smell of blooming lilacs fill my lungs. as the first chills of changing seasons graze my skin, gently rubbing my arms, i feel goosebumps forming from within. the sunlight of hope gives way to the dusk of sorrow, frost glistening as stardust reflects on autumn leaves. a misty fog rolls in over the browning hills, whilst isolation begins to take hold. the distant birdsong of an owl echoes through the painful landscape. staggering toward the unkempt window, i shut the lightly dusted shutters, so just for a brief moment in time, despondent worlds disappear. behind a fabricated reality, i can pretend with my indebted shadows. stammering, i find the play button on my stereo; goodbye to you rings in my mournful ears~ as the final warmth of yesterday shifts into the bitterness of perpetuity, leaving my somber sky adorned with pixelated promises, while this heart longs for an ethereal escape from a raven-winged horizon, cloaked in cracked amethysts and jinxed crystals.