Faces of Autumn

We reflect myriad of colors of faces
we have perceived in the passing season,
like a broken mirror does in each 
pieces as our leaves turn many hues of
red, gold...
with full of emotion;

disturbed by the voices of stones
that ignore very essence of law of
Nature, being, living, which echoes 
in our red leaves.

She rides in the September sunbeams,
in the smile of brave ones. We cheer the
broken hearts, despaired, which mirrors 
in the scent of Mother, in our golden leaves,

fallen, gather beneath it the ambitious ones,
enrich the ancient beds,
as the young forest creatures grow and
fatten for the coming winter, as 
the trees recite the story of the autumn night. 

This was published in The Avocet Fall 2020 issue.
Also, this appeared here in the past. 

©Byung A. Fallgren