Never does a mournful tone
arrest senses as when Autumn arrives
reversing life into deathly cycles
cascaded leaves in decaying boldness
isolate the heart in a time of darkness
softly the crunch of realisation prickles skin
silently the soul recognises a finality
intrusive to mind as breeze decimates cobwebs
such a season destroys in unseen demise
moments are running out and with them
acceptance swims with sadness in tired eyes
Poetry©Words Among Trees
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