Fall into me
Like autumnal piles
We can watch as verdant rows
Turn to varying embers
Touching soft fertile ground
Snowing death upon us,
In the sweet scent of post-harvest growth.

Here among the rain-stained,
Rank in mildew and petrichor,
We can sit on fungal-covered logs

Laugh under late afternoon meteors
As the crepuscular pink and purple colors
Dress the sky with glittering Toole
As we sit fireside, cider-drunk
Reminiscing of all the summer days gone by
In a hazy daze as time passes in less than straight lines.

We could kiss like sweater wool
Clinging statically in electric pulse.
So fall into me —
Like autumnal piles
And stick with me for just a while.

Like a dried leaf i fell from a tree
Barren and stale suffered and dree
Hoping they would feel ease without me
Celebrating the dissapearance ;
Fallen O' Grave; dead leaf
Fallen from afar ,from barren trees
Aurid Snags; Forestless trees
Long forgotten by the rain O' thee
Far where the spring had never bloomed
Only With wilted Bushes and twigs
Forever staled and eternal doomed
They say the spring shall only come on one due
Tis' dried Leaf shall fall off que
Let it wilt ,Let it wither
Let it perish, Let it quiver
O' fallen leaf ;just die in grief
You are no longer a part of tree
Nor Spring,Nor flowers you shall see
Decay ,Desmise how long shall you keep
Holding onto this withered stem Long which had been buried and reap
As long as the Autumn lives
O' Fallen leaf O' Fallen leaf
You shall remain in Somber grief
Plea O' Plea ; O'Fallen leaf
Let the autumn set you free
Burn in Fire with the withered leaves
Cry with them O' beseeched grieves
Burn in Fire and Set Ablaze
Until you reach the drifts of Haze
And with ashes and embers
Fly away, Far away
To be a part of this soil again
This time in a fertile land
In abloomed garden i'll grow a leaf
And this time it shall be me
Shall no longer live
As a Fallen leaf!
As a Fallen leaf!
                          ___Tsuki no ume.

What a noble thing it is,
to leave a blossoming flower to bloom—
maybe plucking a leaf or two
to give growing petals precious room.

As you stroll past the blooms each day,
you encourage their budding hues.
Their fragrance greets you,
hugging you in their delicate perfume.

Soon a familiar chill meets you;
and a familiar grief settles within you.
As the blossoms wilt,
your steps grow slower,
hoping to cling to just a moment of color.

Soon to be surrounded
by Death and Decay,
even if only for a while—
Pondering an earthly truth,
as true as the birds sing:
Nobody gets to keep
a beautiful thing.

Two souls on a bench where autumn glows—
gold leaves falling, time slows,
wordless connection as day dims,
their silhouettes merged at the rims.