Autumn's Beauty Transcends

Autumn's beauty transcends the joyous leaves fallen that weep to leap like a red-orange flame in the swirl-leaping, gust-gutter eaves. Sunrises ashen aglow, the aim of which is so quintessential in this dousing of the light of the fuse-wires dark smoulder that even if of some age espousing love of life not. We should learn of love's warmth, love's pallor. tread softly as a lamb emboldened into leaps of winter - festive bliss all are being gathered and portioned equally so much has been rescued during winter's deep abyss so let the leaves fall, for we shall arise once more once and for all from autumn's demise.