Summer fades
with each passing day
the heat
gradually dissipating
crickets sing
airplanes
and helicopters fly over head
Another month quickly approaches
and with time
it will be as if
this year never happened at all
Just another moment to forget
and let slip through the cracks
Just another moment
to tell yourself never happened.
The leaves don't turn here.
They just die.
Such a bland existence
But at home,
their sacrifice looked so beautiful
so glorious
that Autumn didn't look so ominous
but rather
peaceful
and understanding.
It gave hope
that prior to death
we could burn the purest shades
of red and gold
anything in between
before turning to mere ash
left to dissolve into the ground.
It gave hope that
we could leave behind a seed
that would grow
after the cold Winter months
to let our line continue on
-that we may not die in vain
but rather
die having passed on the secrets
of our nature.
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