AUTUMN- An Undying Tale Under My Niche

                                              AUTUMN
                            An Undying Tale Under My Niche

I awake to experience Autumn
Cool brisk winds flow thru me
as I watch the colors for the first time...

Crimson- Gold- Pine- Mahogany- Amber- Plum

The crusts of limbs are ripened mangos,
I can taste the sweet nectar of passion as it gazed my lips
Explosions of sharp rues fill my eyes
While the heathered cky renders motionless
Still, trees dance carelessly to the soft howl
with faint promise in the distance...

I imagine one so beautiful... before death,
it is true, things are most beautiful before their end
most intensive, most expressive, most definitive...
A woman is optimally radiant during childbirth
for she observes death at her hospital door
Bees are most severe at the end of summer
they understand their end...

Before one dies, split conscious describes
a clear concise purpose for their life... its all so simple
-it's also too late...
The Autumn comes- the finale of life
most passionate, taking its last breath
Leaves fall to the ground, staining the concrete
with tears of remorse & regret.
Love is quited to grief...
Breathing slowly, watching the sunset
knowing tomorrow isn't promised
Soon the pain of dying becomes irrelevant...