The colors spilling, spinning 'round
upon the pallet spread,
orange, green,
yellow, brown,
the earth tones bled;
exchanging life as it was before
now together,
flowing,
onto forests canvas floor
like ebbing embers
glowing -
mingling in - the soothing sounds
of shifting leaf and cricket song
singing that it's not the end,
what you were goes on,
for as the leaves come molting down
they mold together into ground
from which more life will ever spring
a beautiful cycle,
unending.
