Fall

(your birth)

We feel the stars go cold

   cold for you

and in their descending

you came to life

curling your fingers and

giggling at the fall of a crow

frost in you eyes

and in your breath

your first cry demanded

many die to make room

   room for you.

You were beautiful

and the world put on masks 

to hide their decay

trees shed to adorn your daybreak hair

trees bled to feed you

empty corpse heads in the field grin

   grin for you

with heavenly light

glad for your life

your nights are sweet festival

your constellations all expectation

an extra layer of glitter on the silver lining

in the horizon.

Legs a bit shaky

your first step

happens upon

thin ice

that throws you,

killing you, too.

Author's Note

Kind of a 'born in the autumn' thing, and sort of an 'all my dreams die' thing.