At first glance
You compliment me
Orange hues igniting
My brown sugar frame
I have been scratching tallies
Counting down
The days
Until autumns grace
You embalm me
Forever preserved
Begging to forget
To shed your memories
Brown shriveled leaves
Cracking swiftly beneath my heals
Dust which once glowed green
Filled with promises to deceive
My twisted beautiful frame
Will remain
Your words lost
In the crackle of crisp air
Autumns arrival
Will bring your ruin
But I
Will be born anew