There's beauty in your death,
little autumn leaf—
an agony of color
in your gentle autumn grief.
...
Castle on a steep embankment,
not so much a hill—
not so much a castle either,
but a castle still—
...
Reluctant writer/poet sharing, at long last, a bit of my work. I'm not sure if it's any good at all, but I enjoy creating it. I am very (very) new to sharing my work, so thanks in advance for any encouragement.)
Autumn Leaf
There's beauty in your death,
little autumn leaf—
an agony of color
in your gentle autumn grief.
A life's potential stolen,
it's time to drift and turn
and fade into the nascence
of the flames in which you burn.