Autumn Moment
written by: Annalia Fiore
Gold melting down the hills
Burning with flaming foliage
Morphed to rusted ochre
Aging by the acre
Purple mountains from afar
Tinted by deep rose streaks
They fade in the dusk
Deepening to musk
The wind lifts the leaves
And scatters them apart
Yet leaves soon cease their race
In other forests they find their place
I am so tired, so tired
Of thinking, of heaving
My thoughts to and fro
For a world audience to show
I am scattered like the leaves
By an angry wind that lifts me
To endlessly drift and race
Searching here and there for my place
Why do I pretend to love
Thoughts empty as drifting leaves?
They scatter here, they scatter there
Caught up in an empty air
May this autumn moment
Suspend for all of time
For in this autumn moment
I know that it is
Real
Annalia Fiore
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