Death never looked so beautiful,
Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun,
Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on.
The air is colder,
Green is no longer seen.
The days are shorter,
A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream.
Ochre, pumpkin, chestnut and crimson.
All show their true colours to this decaying season.
Autumn – like a Pageant Queen Killer,
Gushes with guilt,
As she plants the kiss of death.
On her Mother Nature.