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Autumns Appeal



This counterpoint to spring is drawing us closer to our fall as reverent sobriety humbles us all with the silence that death brings and so it is with crackling leaves from autumns trees that whisper in the breeze please please listen to me and hear the story I have for thee.

I am the voice of death hear how I scream with cracks of thunder that carry you under to the depths of your despair raising each and every tender hair upon your arm that warns of threatening harm a mind awakened with shocking alarm as mortality claws into your thoughts perhaps I’m next it could be me but mother I am not ready as father arrives having sharpend his knives I am filled with misery the childhood glee of wondering has escaped my every memory I tremble in fear with eyes widened by terror, I ask myself do I dare cling to life so violently or let this ending come upon me as pruned by winds own blustering seems an inevitability, I am cast upon the ground and crumbled beneath the soil forgotten are memories that created me and returned am I to begin again as earthworms labor and toil I am digested and by roots ingested until I’m a sap filled tree and within its luxury I have restored to me ample branches of memory I remember the joy that sunlight in spring brings and begin my summer planning I’ve out lived the storm and arrived back home within the warm embrace of my own place and as it was with haste that I wrestled for a space to belong and then arriving realized I got it all wrong for the journey is never over and so I’ve tired of trying in futility with efforts to arrive at my fateful destiny for that inevitably leads me back here at the beginning amidst a journey that is a never ending this mystery has no destination so for this evening the flustering sensation of autumns breeze reveals that I am but crumbled leaves.

I close my eyes made at ease feeling the warmth of energy as pulp filled trees embrace my body and comfort me with every breath they breathe reminding me that memories exist in everything.

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