When Leaves Fall

The wind is a melody
that lulls trees into a false sense of security

Summer had her five seconds of fame
in her wake rises a vermillion kingdom
where days are shorter and the witching
hour grows stronger

When leaves fall
they do not dance

Aerial warfare begins
with rapier sharp twists
and turns, competing
to reach the floor
and be hailed king of the hill
until another is crowned

Within an ocean of foliage
beats the heart of an ecosystem
adapting, shifting, restless
as inevitable as coastal tides
and wondrous as a full moon
Born to outlast the greatest Empire

When the wind stops blowing
it will remain, in the way mountains
are seen as nature’s great monuments.


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