For the Autumn

And as the leaves in perpetuity, fell,
From widowing trees under Autumn's siege
We heightened in affinity unfound,
Singly adhering to the winter's liege

For the rest dispersed in gloom, of habit,
And despair resumed its opportune knell
Resounding across the purling vista
Just as the leaves in perpetuity, fell

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Would that they knew the essence of Autumn:
That by self-emulation it does not teach
As might the simplistic summer and spring
But by embodiment, the hearts it dares reach

The embodiment of our own
Fateful, eventual silence

A Leave

Would that a leave my prudence could grant
For me to bare all restraints to this wind
That it may whisk them as 'twould lint
For me to recline face-up in this rain
That it may remove my privation
For me to disown all sound save its own
That heralds a congress of ancients
For me to forego all hold on my limbs
That it may level me with the land

If only to spare my kith and kin
From an eventual burial
Would that a leave my prudence could grant