It’s a beautiful time,
Falling into Autumn.
When the trees turn…
Red,
Yellow,
Orange,
Burnt ochre,
Brown.
Yet sad.
Because the world rusts over,
And each leaf that descends
A drop of blood
Being shed,
As each tree
Dies a little death
For the winter.
© Text Caro Ness 2016
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