We were as vibrant as the fall blossoms
And much like those Autumn leaves we drifted
Down we fell, with no defenses against the winter's breeze.
The colors of decay, almost as vivid as Spring- beginnings
Warm hues tinted with an Artist's eye for nostalgia
Swirling leaves briefly captured as memories.
One by one, our blossoms fell to the chill
Like the maple's fire, extinguished sans ash or smoke.
The season had come and we were done, we were done.