Awake!
O sleeping
October leaf,
to skate
over the ground.
Your color
&
beauty-
vibrant,
entrance;
no blemish
to be found.
Freed from your
binding branch,
you
defiantly
dance
the
ground.
You give Autumn life one, last breath- before encompassing snows abound.
Upon forlorn and desolate days, when colors fade and hide;
the wind so dank and piercing, it quivers bone from inside-
Your lustrous spirit perseveres, until the worst subsides.
Enduring seasons can never be, as death will come from divorcing the tree-
again will never be your beautiful tragedy.