Sitting and watching
the colors change
hanging high
yellows and reds in every range
Some at rest
some are whirling
the shapes vary
as the corners keep curling
Holding on
until the fall
dew drops weighing them down
all they want to do is stall
The veins of life
slowly coming to an end
turning more fragile
stems start to bend
Dry and delicate
slowly floating down
crumbling to pieces
as they hit the ground.
By Amy Miller
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