The parched ground is flooding,
Failing to swallow the brewing storm up-
A slight freeze hazes over the sidewalks,
Numbing my feet as I walk.
My lips bleed sweet rain,
My teeth chew flowery skin,
Strolling casually through a cold autumn night,
Illuminated in vibrant orange lights.

The trees change color in front of my eyes,
The leaves flutter and fall,
Shriveled and withering,
As if commanded to die.
Surroundings blurred by the watery moon,
The silent snowdrops begin to wane,
Leaving behind it's heat on my face,
And a flurry of hope that's blown away.