Autumn 2012

A burst of death and colour,

As my mind becomes duller.

My feet are flooded with red,

And the next few months, I begin to dread.

 

Isn’t that strange?

My mental stability is dependent on season exchange.

Until now, what was underlying,  

Was the growth that most have for dying.

 

Don’t you see?

In the final days of Earth’s accessories,

Content �" they can finally be,

While demonstrating their purpose �" not dwelling on memories

 

I imitate a leaf in Autumn,

Before I float to the bottom,

My body’s existence will come to a cease.

But my mind, in whole, will rest in peace.