Autumn

Autumn Brings Clarity

The cold air is clear,

Holding the light

Of Sol and Luna alike

With the gentle caress

Of a fascinated observer.

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The foliage falls

And even the forest

Must give itself

To the horizon.

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The treetops are clouds

Raining leaves;

The horizon

The distant shore

Of an ancient land.

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I will go there now,

Into the Autumn Horizon.

Falling like a leaf,

Or dropping like a stone

Into the Abyss.

The Fatal Forest

Glass raindrops

Magnify the sunlight

And set the forest ablaze

Once a day.

Jagged,

Scorched

Half-trees and stumps

Support the overgrowth

Of poisonous vines

Which bear no fruit.

They say the trees

Are the accursed souls

Of murder-suicides,

And the forest

Is a gateway

To Hell.

The Fallen Tree

A magnificent snarl of roots

Finally loses touch with the earth

Where the leaf meets its shadow

In the sun-dappled glade.

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The fallen tree becomes

A flowerbed,

A creature’s den,

A bridge…

To immortality?

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