The first leaf fell today,
lacking even grace of color,
to lie quiescent on the sidewalk
‘til wind-blown travel claimed it.
Soon millions more will throw themselves
to willing death,
flaming brightly before reduced to
crackling beneath feet in futile protest.
Days grow shorter, nights stretch longer,
nights where passion once flamed brightly,
now passing also into death,
unwilling on my part,
kamikaze-like on yours.
The fire that now burns
devours all the love
and leaves not even embers
that soft breath could coax back to life.
Autumn's harbingers
Lie dying before my eyes
Love once green now dead
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