~ Fall’s Battle ~
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It’s an empty battlefield full of color
reds lie in vain
Hope still clings to her branches
Wind sweeps it away
Pain
lies mixed in
fooling you he’s orange
somewhere
Yellow cries out for more
and becomes a poor brown in response.

Upright and tall
Maple loses her children on a dusty floor
weeping as more are lost
She tries to pick them up
at any cost
but they slip through withered branching fingers
reds, oranges, yellows,
brown.

Finally
a sad scene
they lie there
dead – so long
green
was once there
underneath the night
now all I see on this battlefield
is the cold crisp color of white.

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