Autumn’s Dying Embers

Dying mirrors Autumn

Eclipsing Life; Death’s Canyon

Gold betrays cerulean

Buried beneath horizons

Frost kisses the drying grass

Temps fall in darkened shadows

Mist, that only briefly lasts

Time’s run out of tomorrows

Crimson leaves with tattered edges

Curl; hollowed and fragile

Dressing elder branches

Winds strip, barren and cripple

Garden’s beauty slowly fades

Bright blushes, bleeding pale

Earthen-brown and ashen-gray

Dusts withered roses, frail

Blizzards bite the brittle bones

Piercing to heart’s flesh

Fields prepared with tombstones

Pruned; the Earth’s winepress

Death; Winter, perpetual

Our life drifting to sleep

Cut away; asunder

Their prayers, we “Rest In Peace”

Beauty of our beings

Remains; in black and white

Memories, indelible

Gripped, they treasure, tight

Tears tumble, flooding crevices

Rainbows alighting azure

Hope distilled of promises

Most blessed are the pure

Reliving Spring and Summer

Alive within their bosoms

Flowers bloom forever

With sweet fragrance of our blossoms

Days stretch out to lengthen

Summer’s sunsets speak

As scrolls; pastels once hidden

The Impressionist: Mystique

Summer meets with Autumn

In a blink; the page flips over

Winter falls upon them

Life leaves; goodbye, forever?

Winter yields eternal Spring

Though flesh, the ground consumes

Our final breath, believing,

Draws our spirits; all things new

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