it is the leaves, clinging on
like fingers intertwined through
hands, clenching for vitality.
it is the orange, the crimson, then
purple hues of progression,
the hues of transcendence.
orange, brightly chirping, comfortably
hanging.
crimson, color of fear, leaf fallen.
purple, now lost, now gone no longer
hanging.
it is the fall of life, the dancing of
pigments and the parallel of
human life.
Julie Martinez
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