Suddenly, albeit not without due warning
the canopy of the forest has been defrocked
an always-startling event the elements of
fall indulge in, their opportunity to run amok
transforming the dense leaf mass proudly held
aloft, now dismally absent from view. Unless
one shifts gaze to the forest floor and there lie
the countless corpses of foliage detached from
the firm hold of the leaf stems denied the sap
of life and grief overcomes the trees at their
verdant loss, the vestments of summer. It
begins with the coming-out event masquerading
as a celebration of life, a symphony of hues
of the rainbow, stunning in intensity, proud in
bearing but transitory when the crimsons and
golds, burnt umber and reds flutter like butterflies
through the air, whirling and pirouetting as
wind looses showers of colour until the coming
out promise of the near future is fulfilled
leaving tree trunks bereft, clothed in black
silhouette relieved only by the empathetic
bright greens of the multifarious forest conifers.
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