Stark Endings On An Autumn Wind

Burnished bronze, tarnished teal, flare warnings yield to winds of steel. Their urge to jump, to flee and hide cuts off the warmth for suicide. They leap and land at such a cost, far flung debris- refulgence lost. They shrivel brown, dark fibers done, decay beneath the wayward sun. Their shredded shells in supine piles, small hells ignite by human wiles. Gray smoking wraiths slip out to sigh, soar off to smear the flannel sky. Green progeny will take their turn. One chance to live is what they earn.