Fall beckons

Fall beckons and yet a few blooms remain

unheeding and unyielding

to the inevitable path of their destiny

and yet

if you listen so softly

you can hear their whispers 

amidst the fallen

soldiers that have gone before them

I wonder ...

if i were to come back

as a tree

would you light upon my waving branches

sweet finch

and comfort me with song 

as my golden forces 

fall
in silence
with

unquestioned

fate.

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Have a great week, my friends!