A Poem About Autumn

Filtered light floods the streets
As if in time it knows it will catch up to
The quickly evading summer
But to no avail it clings to every modicum
Of fallen life, of red litters of cackling and
Cracked leafs like broken artifacts
From the legacy of a former heat

The catharsis of a sudden breath of
Wind, cold from the deepest recesses
Of Earthen lungs
But to no avail the trials of winter try
To match the welcome chill
With too headstrong a violent gust

How subdued and dignified the Autumn seems
When framed by the most bearing conditions
But to no avail the seasons cycle
Caught in the framework of an everlasting
Will, which brings upon the passing of time
The passing of tranquility
An ephemerality lost forever to the
Mechanisms of rotation in an infinite space

How small the Autumn makes me feel.