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