Beauty in Death – it’s the frost that reddens the vine

the rain on the windowpane distorts the view
those fall hues melt and drip together
while the storm rolls across the glass
outside Nature creates beauty from the dying
how can one so bright and fierce be struck in Spirits wake
to grow and bloom and vibrate with the energy of Life
yet then rescind back into dormancy as if dead
we can Be like leaves that spin and toil the day away in
happy respite then fade and turn, and drop once more from sleep

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