Autumn light is sour milk spilled from a pregnant sky,
Frothing a turning ignoring dead leaves as they drift by,
Leaves of blood and rust from smoky and twisted trees,
The long shadows are the devil and death the cool breeze,
The twisted trees cry like tiny children forgotten and lost,
Withered and dying dumped by parent trees unable to pay the cost,
Children snap and scream beneath our demon feet,
Coughing and choking in the fading heat,
The fruits of labor bloom in a polluted world,
Only to fall and decay among the leaves that are curled,
Autumn light is blood spilled from a stone,
The clouds are all gone, the sun lost and alone,
Surrounded by the icy blue eyes of the sky,
Autumn is a forgotten time, a time for life to die.
