Fire, fire and ice,
burning red, gold against empty blue.
At once dull and bright,
flames flicker in the wind.
Each breath filled with the scent;
thick must and decay,
new becoming old underfoot,
flames slowly trembling into soot.
Touch and feel the smooth descent,
of flame and fire down into death;
more beautiful than in life,
a tribute to nature in each breath.
A new wind stirs and bends,
crisp with the promise of change.
Biting, nipping, burning frost
will soon signal fires end.
Every year the flames return
bringing vibrant life as they burn
First with a fierce resounding shout
but with frosted whispers, they die out.
So with every lazy breeze
of the fall leaves, take heed
for the end of the season will soon be near
and the death of colored life so dear.