Red cherry blossom
twirls into the
sun soaked ocean.

The sunlight dims
turning from pink  
to grey trees begin
to bend they are grasped
by Autumn's wind:

Green shrubbery
rots into the ground:
It waits for the day
the month of Jolly May
but in the mean time
disguises itself in
murky soil: awaiting for
rebirth in Spring:

The ravens sing
a high pitch squeak:
they cannot keep up in time
with the melody:
They ponder and
flock in the night
to bite at the flesh
they can find.

Autumn brings the
chill in the air for the
winter only lurks
around the corner.