Laid in the grass

Letting the dying leaves

Fall on me

Pretending I was

All part of this

Whole dying



He says

That’s what my name means.

I’m just trying to

Force it to happen.

The soft breeze surrounds me

I’m trying to feel part of this

But nothing is really happening

Not to me anyway.

I breathe in the soft air

Then a raindrop hits my face

All part of the natural process

Every year

Things die

Then Winter beats it into them

And Spring invites the birth.

The beauty of death in Autumn though

Is the only reason

Winter gets to abuse

And Spring gets to birth.