Leaves in autumn; rich.
Red, yellow and aging
Beauty personified
Fall.
Clusters of a million flaming reds
Lit like a pyre.
A pretty picture.
A sight to behold
And let it assault
Your senses
Until the snow
Carpets it all.
To create a new reality
Of a transition.
Absorbing the blazing hues
Into its magnificent white.
Cold.
Yet pretty.
One more sight
To behold
And let go.