She was breathing the Autumn wind, Beneath the twinkling star of daylight, Easing her soul, And leaves painted with stripes of fire, Fusing the relish within her. But when the abominable drew near, It came like a blizzard. The star of daylight grew dim, And flakes of colourless dust tumbled from the skies. The deplorable hour knocked her, Striking on the skin of her flames. The leaves began to fade, And her soul lost its colour. She was a fragile leaf dangling off of a tree’s upper limb, The crummy times had hit, And she toppled from where she once sat beaming at the sun. She is the colour of a dying leaf, In the frigid weather of winter.