Crushed Leaves

As summa dwindles down

To welcome the cool

Crisp leaves of autumn

The lengthy rays

Of long summer days

Dwindle down

Like dying embers

Of a once great fire

To a mere candle

A flickering flame

The heat that beat down

On our backs

Becomes the blowing fan

Producing a cool breeze

Lifting the chlorophyll depleted

Leaves

Up into the atmosphere 

Humid air wetting my lungs

Turns to cool

Crisp

Ventilations running across my chest

Morning dew saturates

The earth beneath my feet

The migration

Of God’s creation

As they journey to places

Where the sunshine lingers

Those that stay

Prepare for the cold ahead

Rustic colors

Immerse the scenery

Red, orange

And golden flakes

Stretching further 

Then the eye can see

Crushed leaves

Beneath my feet

Once luscious grass

Turned stale like hay

The preparation

For the temporary pause

Of new-life

Ushered in the coming months

The empty forests

Still resound the call of 

Nature

The birds singing grows 

Fainter each day

As the rustling of the leaves

Augments and echoes

Through the channels of the trees

The sun my companion

The moon and stars now

My best friend

As the nights lengthen

And the coolness becomes

Chills

The crushed leaves still continue

To sing their song

Never to be silenced

Until the coming snow ahead

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