Brisk wind swipes the blotched leaves through the air
Yellow, green, and red
Spider webs glisten
As the droplets of morning dew fall
On them
Tranquil screams
Rustle from leaves
Nostalgia lingers
As the winter days
Creep towards
An open wound
Gushing
Wailing
Screaming
Birds chirp
A brisk breeze blows through
Nostalgic memories
Hop through a pile
Of leaves
The color of autumn
Once again
Flowers turn pale
The sky puts on a
Dark
Winter jacket
Preparing
For the chill of rain
Turning
To snow
Crunchy leaves
Pass through the air as
No beautiful thing lasts
Autumn Is One