Christian Lacdael - Falling Leaves

Nature's pride now left sun deprived,
Still on display while dead inside,
Battered by the change in the wind,
Time gets called at the summer's end.
Every gust leaves, leaves sky scattered,
Mosaics now litter the ground,
Footsteps paired with crunching sounds,
The scents of decay are abound,
Lifelines degraded to tethers,
Holding firm but yet soon blown loose,
Taken and gone with the next gust,
The gods are becoming restless,
Trees blush showing their nakedness,
Beauty amid coming harshness,
An unsung selfless sacrifice,
Frees the scarce light in northern skies.

Christian Lacdael

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