Knots by Melanie Medina
Sun sets slowly, alike to passing leaf in the thousand colours of fall towards a blazing horizon, but ere long abandoned by the colours to dusky grey, lashing storm and rotting lives. She burns her woods to begin again. - Anglagard
RITES OF FALL
A voice said, Look me in the stars & tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-&-body scars were not too much to pay for birth.
A Question, by Robert Frost
