Weak, torn branches sacrifice the last of their crimson
Yielding a puddle of rainbows, collapsed from the canopy
Overhead, leaving only a bleak bleached sky
Dotted with the occasional bird or irregular airplane and
Floating, tossing aimlessly between the eerie fingers
Of the lonesome tree-forms and rushing into the wind
Leaving only the smoke of summer and all it's memories
Fallen Too Far
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumnal-release/
