Autumn is

“Autumn is the spring of death”
some
Sheep waiting to be sheared,
Then some other night
sheep waiting to be slaughtered,
cows coming home
to their lord
from the fields of green pasture
where we will some day
lay
too
no matter how hard
how impossible
to do
anything against
the falling leaves
the grave yards
will refill
and send flowers
in our place,
some night
and only
the moon
will look down
having seen us
some sad Autumn night.

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