Life in Death

a poem about death. SUper orIginal I know.

As golden leaves fall

Death encumbers the sky

The floor a mosaic of decay

The chill permeates all that is living

And yet

I have not felt more alive

For without the coming fall

There would be no promise of spring

Author's Note

have at it.

Reviews

[Another Relic]

I'll go with that. The seasons will always come and go. Knowing what's around the corner can be a bit promising at the right time.