aspens maples dying in a blaze of colour
the air biting through my windbreaker
early nights serenaded by falling rain
past dusky sunsets until misty mornings
faces turned upward to the sunlight
elusive and gentle through the clouds
as leaves fly before temperamental winds
i stumble down the path each solitary day
as sunbreaks follow chilly nights again
each day losing the battle against the dark
the window of daylight narrowing
as i smell the acrid scent of death
but around the way a sight appears
autumn crocus in lavender and white
a carpet of colour in the brownscape
laughing in life in the face of decay
and hope wells up in the straitness
though my limbs be weighed down
though the mist clouds my eyes
i will dance again in the dawning
when the narrow path ends
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