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Autumn leaves

The sight is breathtaking
And yet so dreary
A cruel bout of mockery
That beauty be so waking

In ruin lay smoky huts
Dry are the watering ruts
Toys abandoned in yards
Nothing here left to guard

Admittedly, a crestfallen village
With nary the merest breath
In its streets that scream pillage
And yet no outward sign of death

Collapsed are the roofs
But foundations remain aloof
Life leaves an afterimage
In the absence of bodily ravage

Gone is hope, without regret
Gone, somewhere, secret
For it to return with all reason
When chimes the right season

Such force laid this torment
Inexorable, cold emissary
Yearly repeating the event
Unquestionably necessary

And so, such morose beauty
Such morbid, guiltfree happening
Metallic tools rendered glistening
By sterilizing flaming fealty

Ephemeral smoke abounds
Always shifting, full of tricks
The precise chaos of bricks
Toppled over in mounds

Painters, know what you depict
Before to the brush commit
Splendor in full volition
Of its fatalistic disposition

Dear are autumn leaves
Until autumn leaves
The subject of this one may be simpler than you think.
jacolwell Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2006
I like this poem alot, its really good.
heartstrain Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2006   Photographer
Thank you very much for reading! I'm glad you liked it.
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