The Leaves That Fall

Glorious colour

fine and decrepit,

pirouetting through

cold air their last breaths.

.

Crispy hues of warmth,

illusions of life.

Gold perishing lies

emaciated.

.

Natures carpet is

a web embroidered

with a brilliant

and vibrant decay.

.

Skeletal remnants

of Summers demise.

A beautiful death

in the leaves that fall.

.

©Jacqui Slade

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