Walking through broken leaves they still shatter underneath my feet 

Making noises like crunchy chips 

Like the darkness that shows up deep from the crack of my smile so does the desolation of the melancholic autumn season creeps behind the golden red and brown beauty all around.

The falling leaves, those trees tears, come swaying slowly like all my fears. 

I cast a poem out of the gentle yellow breeze into my persistence and courage before winter comes and makes them freeze.