the air outside is biting
the bitter sweet smell
of autumns dying breath
bury me in colors
reds yellows oranges
bleeding their lives
into a thirsty broken ground
bleeding and dripping to
browns grays black
forest floor moist with the
dark sky's lonely tears
falling of off twisted
bare broken branches
skeletal fingers reaching
towards the watery sun
bury me in colors
before the colors
of autumns dying breath
melt into the endless
open abyss of white
winters cruel cold
cleaning of the slate
unbroken except for the
single set of footsteps
leading to a solitary
red leaf dying