The End

The autumn leaves so beautiful
Swirling away in the wind
Kaleidoscopic and bountiful
Their end will soon begin.

Sifting sands spiraling
Towards tired and tried completion.
A dire spire with no Spring
Expression and soul to extinction

Pages passing by
Their words barely a blur
Begging to be seen
By a you, me, or Her

The red line signaling Dawn
As light bleeds into Day
Bidding the night begone  
Fleeting thoughts fall to Decay.