Before You Fold

Beneath you,
a yew bids
adieu.

Leaves wave in
their dying colors,
to the cellars
where trunks hold
still
keeping secrets from the
others.

Your acorn eyes are hidden
underground,
begging to be dug up, uncovered,
found.

A new season to behold
right in front of us
serene, yet bold.
Grab it quick, before you
fold.