Falling

Sun~drenched

days turn shimmering

gold to putrid brown

Crisped

air, crisped

fruit, crisped

leaves underfoot

As over~ripe

romance falls

dead from old

vines

Rerun

episodes aired

as premiere

Something less

nonchalant or

apathetic

On cooler wind

stirring darkening sky

Where soot~

stained comfort

warms wooden hearts

Slaves

to their freedom

are driven to learn

Wasting

these hours just

falling for you