The End of Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

The End of Autumn Leaves

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Leaves hellward fall in spiral dance,

Faith snapped by winter’s cold advance;

Now faded windburnt voices sigh,

And so do I.

 

Hues drained and choked to rusty grey,

Once pulsing veins shriveled away,

Lost orphans ‘neath a sad slate sky,

And so am I.

 

Toward the gloaming ill and vast,

The edge of present, future, past,

In hushed fast-forgotten goodbye,

And so head I.

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