Autumn Poem-Autumn Leaves

Bare trees, with their razor sharp limbs,
stretching towards the Heavens and crowding
the skyline, which they break unnervingly.
As the leaves flutter the distance to the ground.
Broken and crunched, greeness draining,
from their sun-shone veins that spiderweb
across the surface, seeming to pulse
before they disappear, taken by
the autumn colors that flood this forest.
Vines twist and writhe their way
up the trunk, wrapping themselves around
the base, embedding themselves in the bark
like permanent tattoos on these landmarks.
Branches tap against the clouds, rapping
on your window at night. Bringing with
them the smell of fall, the shuddering spine
of September's chill, stalking up your skin
and leaving a sweater of goosebumps in its wake.
And as you read this Autumn Poem, the
Autumn's swept away; replaced with
the supreme freezing of the winter season,
its skin of frost encasing everything
as Autumn Leaves again.