Vanish the sun
And so my green is turning,
Falling, fading, fingers curling,
I fell from my place in search of you
Marked now, new wrinkles forming
in the lines of my face
I look for you
Cutt off, I am at the mercy
Of the wide world &
Vicious winds that carry me
Further from your light
Lover, where did you go?
a/n Written from the perspective of a leaf as Autumn clouds the sky.