Autumn, Is a lesser Spring A most fragile awkward bloom Falling memories of momentary splendor Dripping rusted color It's lush verdure fades Forcing tender verdant blades to bleed inward The blustery blow of blighted breath Dries out insipid skies Fleshy pigments crushed haphazardly Into crackled dust, A seedling's Birthright & sacrament to lesser Spring