Falling Leaves

By Aileen McPherson

Where births and deaths enter twine,

Memories steeped black pekoe orange,

Ages ago it seems.

Sorrowful dreams no longer seen,

Tears as leaves falling, falling, fallen

Blanket the ground crunching, crackling,

Slippery slope, lost footing, growing dawn.

Golden halo, purple tides, crisp brisk,

Beauty in the mist, fluffy tails, acorn hails,

Concerning complaints utilizes strengths, courage

Amidst the chaos Phoenix flies consumed

dies in the Autumn to arise in the Spring.