Where Autumn Lives

spider with clouds blowing past

where autumn lives

glooming above the trees

slicing the air with chill

sinking deep into stone

driving a mountain

over the edge

at the speed

of a summer sigh

over another cracked

and broken bluff

of torturous winds

whipping its back

into a beaten serf

too slow to escape

the frosted facade

of slow death

where autumn loves