Broken glass lying under fallen leaves,
shining slightly in the bed of orange,
dying and changing, with each breath
that the wind takes, stolen from the tree-
now bare and naked, freezing
as the autumn strips the tree more.
Leaves race across the sidewalk,
chasing the summer as it runs away,
singing the only song they know
with that crinkling laughter all around.
Shattered pieces fall away, into the mud
that tempted those leaves to jump in
to follow that window of once-upon-a-time
and trapping those guillible leaves.
Snowflakes fall as the leaves wither,
no longer the brilliant colors of fure
but sharing the mud for a face
as autumn followed summer
and winter arrives with its icy grasp
pulling everything into its way,
never relenting on the broken leaves,
dead and in pieces, with each step,
that tried to leave from winter's stare.