you view the macabre event
perched on the rooftop,
snug in a soft snowy sweater
and a warm mug of apple cider

the leaves are setting sail
dancing wildly in their haze of ruby,
marigold, and ginger

it's captivating,
how can something so vibrant
so glowing
waltz towards
the jaws
of eternal sleep?

the sun peers out
to spectate the festival
it creeps just beyond the trees
bare branches carving patterns
into the sky

in a world where there is a race against time
you have finally found a standstill