(picture above was taken by me :))

like teeth through the flesh
of an apple's red skin
and wind caressing
the arms of a tree
it's time for Autumn's decree

she aches to exist
and writhes to forgo
for with her transcendence
she kills growth and
yet she never lives
to see the snow

crisp and sweet
her touch is brown
things crack beneath chilled tears
for no one hears
her silent night cried fears

skies of melancholic grey
the hours and days sweep by
ticking away her bitter desire
to see beyond her month's
embers and fire

for with her breath,
sweeps the deadly hand of decay
the first and the last,
until the mercy of winter
leaves her song in the past