Fall leaves,

Scarlet and gold and every color in between,

Paint a glorious picture

Swirling in the wind,

Against a sky like smoke,

Then drop like stones

Falling from on high

To crumble into dust

Flames in hearths left

To the last glowing embers

Slowly fade away

Leaving nothing but bitter, biting cold

Where burning fire made its last stand

Against the bleak and silent night

And gave in to the leaving light

To rest at last

In ashes

A chill takes to the air

Whipping faces heartlessly with winter winds

As the age of ice approaches

And the sunlight begins to die

Hours lost in days lost in minutes

And the clock ticks on

The harsh pulse of the universe

And yet, it is only a dream

The autumn presses on

And we find a tragic beauty

In the way the world dies slowly

To prepare to be reborn

After the cold, dark winter

Has passed, and left no trace

And the leaves are breathtaking

In the way they fill

The Fall sky with color, so vibrant

That the cold slips out of one’s fingers

For just a moment, to witness such a

Fiery display of orange and pink and red

And so the autumn passes