Thursday, March 26, 2015

A fall

The season of fall is hither,
Leaves parted from eternal matrimony,
A trivial affair
the wind sweeps them away and the night ends in tragedy.

Their true love excised,
colour leaves their being fading from
lively green to a dead yellow.

In their mourning they move in droves,
gathering on the sad old earth to create
dunes of death.

The animals frolic in their demise and turn rue to glee,
Each stomp entombing the widower in the earth,
witnessed by the peerless wind so treacherous.

Come morn the men sweep away
the deluge of mirthless remains.
Relics of a love lost ,amour turned sour.
This is the season of fall.