She was Autumn,
Fall, His Fall
His pile of crushed leaves
The one he had Fallen in

She reveled up above, high, free
Sometimes she fluttered to the ground,
An Autumn leaf, set ablaze by the sun
He caught her - always

She was fleeting, untamed
The spirit of the wind
He was the tree, strongly rooted
But he must have let go...

She was a flash of color,
A spark in the cold
His thirty-one days of October -
And then he was alone...

She was an intricate leaf, October
Preserved in a book, forgotten long ago
But he wouldn't, couldn't remember
That season that never came.