Dead Orchards
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The leaves crackling beneath his feet
standing where trees stood once
and apples fell-
thwop.
How?
is it so?
Why?
can it be?
Thought.
The wind sings to us,
and the rain hides our tears.
Autumn comes,
The mercury
drops to its bulb.
Its home.
Sits for the season.
As it rises, so do we
scratching of eyes, stretching our backs.
Our hearts
sleeping too?
Does the cold munch and chomp away
at love?
Who we are?
Our souls?
Crunch.
A sound of shoes in an orchard.
Hiss.
The rain snow slush on city streets..
Haah.
Bitter wind,
Bitter endings.
standing where trees stood once
and apples fell-
thwop.
How?
is it so?
Why?
can it be?
Thought.
The wind sings to us,
and the rain hides our tears.
Autumn comes,
The mercury
drops to its bulb.
Its home.
Sits for the season.
As it rises, so do we
scratching of eyes, stretching our backs.
Our hearts
sleeping too?
Does the cold munch and chomp away
at love?
Who we are?
Our souls?
Crunch.
A sound of shoes in an orchard.
Hiss.
The rain snow slush on city streets..
Haah.
Bitter wind,
Bitter endings.
