How can you do this
Time after time?
You insiduously creep in
And you touch me,
You touch me so deeply.
Stealing my gold,
You peal the colour from
My wardrobe.
For the briefest moment
You fool so many
With ~ you chameleon charm.
You are subtle ~ as you
Smelt my gold into bronze,
But then ~ you strike.
Death and the deepest slumber
Follow in your wake,
As the silvery iced tendrils
And the steel edged winds,
Take what you have withered.
Yet, for that moment of wonder
You stand ~ in all your emblazened glory.

(c) ZYDHA HART  2005

An edited repost, inspired by today being a day of gathering up leaves.