The last leaf

Summer bent her head,

Sighed and passed away

Leaving a sun-dappled form

Draped in moss and leaves.

She was beautiful in death,

The fragrance of flowers

Clinging to her corpse.

Mold, pungent and dank,

The scent of decay

Rose into air, suddenly frigid

And brittle, like the last leaf

On the twig, clinging in desperation

To the season that was gone.

Inspired by the end of the summer and the passing of the seasons.

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