Autumn's Slow Decay

by James Nappo   Jan 3, 2008


Looking out the window,
slowly drifting away.
Dazing at the trees,
watching their slow decay.
The leaves fall elegantly,
and blow in the breeze.
I want to stay in this moment for ever,
just the scene and me.
But I watch,
and admire the leaves falling to their end.
I wonder to myself,
Between the red and yellow,
which is closer to death?

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