seasons

© 2013 Elysia Salmon

His lies the leaves that fall one by one from the tree, once bare, there is no cover to hide your deceit.
Can you stop the leaves from falling ?
Can we anticipate how long it will take it to fall into the bitterness of your changing autumn.
Are the changing seasons too exorbitant on this fragile form ?
For you were born of spring and die into your aspersion and algid acrimony that is your heart, mind and soul.