Ode To Fall Too.

I.
Crows are the bringers of the frost,
the late dawn and
the eerie dreary days that haunt us;
by September,
come October,
gone December.
The fallen colors of false flame sparks
remnants of the warmth we once had,
now gone
soon to fade, to brown and fallen to the dirt
crushed beneath the snow
forgotten.

II.
Plank wood fences and ballast roads
Iron equators:
not unlike rib, not unlike bone.
Fall- the golden spike
The transeasonal railway.
Luxurious dining cars serve as our hideaways
From that splitting past
Humid, hot, and green.
Nature resurges and overgrows society.
Return us to reason and peace
and rest.
Bury the dead in the snow.
Bury the wound in scar
bury the love in apathy.
Because love breeds hate
Blue breeds gray
and contrast bleeds
Blood is the mark of hateful deeds.
Yet the cold is empty,
nothing begets nothing.
Seeds are a new chance.
Come rain
and snowmelt too,
wash away whats decayed
and bring life anew.