Time to cuddle close,

Prepare to drop,

Melt into winter’s ground. ...

A crown of leaves.

Without arms.

Big noses. ...

Frosty days

Are here again.

Frozen windows. ...

With age,

Even wood,

Gets wrinkled, ...

They’ll soon fall.

Melting into the ground.

Or flying away ...

Some days,

Are different.

Things appearing ...

Today,

Let’s fly away with them.

Head south. ...

Not sure

What it means.

It’s written nicely. ...

Never thought

Seeing the same sunrise

Day after day ...

Two-legged steel creatures,

Were recently seen,

In remote parts ...

Clear, yet close.

Hazy, and far.

The nature of things ...

Rare, sunny autumn day.

Time to blow away leaves.

Soon, rainy days ...

Time to sand, wipe,

Paint you afresh.

Sunny days aren’t far away. ...

Alive, growing, thriving,

In a barren desert.

Where once, rivers flowed. ...

Olden days,

When he ran the place.

Until someone close, ...

Who would’ve thought,

That leaves

Could have holes. ...

This wall,

Has been here

Longer than me. ...

Today,

I can see

Life’s path clearly. ...

Winter’s approaching.

Leaves will soon

Blow away. ...

Burnt crown.

Hollow-eyed.

Decaying in daylight. ...