Escapes the mighty and the meek

A single bough that’s bent to break

And from the leaves the colors leak

As frost moves in and phantoms speak

Wisdoms sealed on yellowed pages

Like stories told through out the ages

Chipped like paint on window panes

But perhaps pretend some truth remains

Concealed and lost cliché aggressions

Poised on the eve of pale September

Steals away the dawn’s possessions

Unveiled mysteries we won’t remember

Gravity too soon defied

Roots that lightning ripped away

Forces that won’t be denied

Have the power then to stay

Playing wanton now at last

As colors fade and seep

The summer dissipates too fast

But wakes fallen idols from their sleep

And as those very colors die

Cold makes a promise not to stay

But beneath the shelter of the sky

Their glory is washed away