Autumn breeze illuminating the sky.
Under the tall, bare marked trees, endless leaves lie, unenvied;
restless birds fly south
with a coat of grime, from the ground.
In time, the white coat falls below. Night sky lets the stars shine,
everlasting fall, it seems.
Stomp large boots as they hit the road,
timeless leaves fall from the sky riding the wind on the breeze.
Earth must not have envy.
Time is like infinite twine.
Rain is replaced by cold hail.
Inferno fires made to warm crimson jackets, hazardable winds
and moaning mornings, outside. No plant doesn’t wear frost,
decreasing fall it seems.
Harsh winds shake the trees,
inactive plants droop and lie,
lingering birds from the south, looking, looking, looking.
Our frosty fall is ending.
Let the life and joy be everywhere;
that is after the white harsh, dense, large, cold season of winter.