Autumn's Dance

September arrives
and nature takes note.
The whispers of chilled breaths
speak of change on the wing...
the time draws nigh
for a last celebration.

Garbed in splendored array,
joyously dancing and singing,
mindful of slumber to come.

Vivid hues disguise
pallored wisps of smoke
attesting to the deaths
of the children born to Spring
under warm skies...
once budding revelations.

Spent, their numbered days,
they know what Winter is bringing...
their time for living is done.

By their demise,
renewed life evoked;
defied, the grasp of death
by gestating offspring.
Asleep, but soon to rise...
May's rapt anticipation.

Painted days danced away...
Fall's songs in ears still ringing
throughout the slumber to come.

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