This Autumn Crypt
Trees, shedding their leaves;
Colors change, as summer dies.
Bears prepare to hibernate;
Plants wilt and return to soil.
People retreat, out of the cold.
Forests weigh heavy,
Smelling of rain and decay.
A gravesite made 'til Spring.
* 'Personally Speaking' Poetry Contest
* Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
* Entered: 11/1/2025
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