Are green and ostentatious
But fire is the colour of October
A beautiful death
Red and orange
Like your skin
Rich brown like your eyes
Warm like your laughter
In a dull, expansive sky.
On your leaving.
No matter how long the days of summer joy stretch
They always end eventually
But how can I be sad
When I'm reminded of the deepening pulse of life
Its beauty in brevity
And the echo of your footstep in the crunching leaves
Walking beside me.
October is a bright, chilly flame
Mocking Autumn's end with a riotous palette.
Reminds me we are all hurtling in the same direction
Tells us to grab at the dying gorgeousness; the gorgeous dying
Shows me we are not empty; we are filled with fire
October laughs at the spring of me
Oh! you silly! Green doesn't f a d e
It a w a k e n s into warmth
Sunny yellows, rich browns, blazing scarlet
Then it burns bright and brief and
oh so beautiful
Don't cry for change
For the memory of green
Grasp the inferno laughing
Delight in it
You might as well
No matter how beautiful it spins out
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Behind the story: This was inspired by the writing prompt by Poppy
And a dedication, if you like: Dad, you couldn't have picked a more beautiful time of year to go.
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