Patchwork

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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