The Death

In the cold and empty field,
On the rotten stage,
During the chill of autumn,
The cold wind blows
Bringing with it the colors of fall

With the colors of fall,
Comes the colors of death
Black, brown, and grey

The autumn leaves
crunch under my weight
The reds and oranges as vivid
As life
In the midday sun

The children transfixed
On the simple piles of leaves,
that bring so much joy

Deep in their minds,
They know that the fun will not last,
For there is death
Right around the corner

The cold snow,
The long nights,
The blank darkness,
Underneath the colors of fall
Comes the cold death of winter





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