Death in Autumn

I love how autumn shows us death
does not have to be void of beauty.

How we take the time to celebrate the colors
and admire how they differ tree from tree
Their vibrancy and hue, if they fall early
or hold out to the deep frost.

How even when the leaves fall,
they can be playful and enjoyed.
Gathered into piles
or cast off
on an unknown adventure
by the fancy of wind’s gust.

Back to earth they go…
The fragile particles that give nourishment
to sturdy roots

An abundant bust of color
In their last joys of life

Unbitter in their wisdom, knowing
that all that is, cannot remain forever.

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