This Dreaded Autumn

And there I stood below a maple
Observing green reduced to ash;
This burning autumn, treasured staple,
Is now a tender, bleeding gash…
With leaves in hair we laid down level,
In vibrant colors we would revel
With all the beauty life contains,
Us hand in hand beneath those stains…
But now this sight becomes a pyre,
My lonely heart amongst its’ flames;
These memories, forgotten names
Now fall with leaves and feed the fire.
Upon the earth, alone I crawl,
And watch this dreaded autumn fall.