Past prime,let go,the fired photosynthesis workers
秋の離ってあきのはなって
a lone crimson leaftwirls, swirlsspins and twiststhroughcrisp, sunny airfallingballerina styleto become part ofthe brightly…
Truth withers on the bough,
lies, like fallen leaves,
autumn, knowingly, said farewellfor summer, ransoming him in goldbowed“welcome”to Lady Winter