Invisible Puppeteer sets Trees on fire
Is this the circle of Life or some sad attempt at Self-mutilation?
Leaves submitting to Winter’s gaze
Shedding life in the decaying scent of the Equinox
Forced to undress at the whims of dipping Temperatures
Barebones of a naked summer remembrance quake in the path of Lake’s Effect
They reach out blindly trying to catch the falling grace
Majesties should not bow before common Air
Why not shake the oncoming Snow with Autumn’s abundance of forgiveness?
I call out to their Limbs but the Wind waves them back