The trees stood tall through early months, <br />and without hindrance they staked their claim, <br />'til autumn’s harsh indifference came. <br /> <br />Summer had it's blissful time, <br />Until autumn’s ending date, <br />revealing - that autumn is never late. <br /> <br />The season shall begin it’s work, <br />Turning all to deepest gold, <br />Taking life, changing young to old. <br /> <br />It shall write a grievous story, <br />That contains the most final of endings, <br />Pen poised, it starts the final chapters <br />To usher in winter’s restful ending.<br /><br />Ciaran Quirke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-series-8-falling-leaves/
