Autumn leaves to be reborn

The fluttering of the autumnal flags

clinging onto the last hope

of the now distant Summer

brittle and brown they hang on

for dear life to their arboreal home.

The bark, it protects and guards the

living trunk against the bite of the

Northerly wind while the leaves

they suffer stoically the chilly breeze.

One final breath, and they are pulled

from their earthly space

to fall down, to feed and form

others in their place.

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