Thoughts of Autumn

 Autumn is the veil between sleeping and dying.

Leaves once bright deepen into grief,

Aging from soundless fear and hurt

 And fall, dreaming, to the earth.

Autumn is beautiful as it is transforming.

 Forests of citrine and smoky quartz

 Burn at dawn in almandine

 Fading with dusk into amethyst and labradorite. 

Autumn hungers for Life without remorse. 

With the night comes a chilling, painful bite;

 Pricking the necks of trees and beast

Draining their strength until they fall asleep. 

 Autumn seeks to protect Life from Winter's force.

The harvest bonfire secretly burns with incense;

It drowses the singing, dancing celebrators, 

With visions of their homes and warm hearths. 

Autumn kills the suffering with mercy.

Aged and weak are the ones struggling to live;

They suffer, and others look on helplessly.

 Until the candle is covered, bringing peace.

Autumn is more than what mortal spirits perceive.

Eternal as Hell and Heaven.

Every eye gazes through a personal prism, 

Never truly penetrating the uniqueness of Autumn.