autumn leaves they fall each November / part 3

autumn leaves they fall each November/ part 3

fiction
edward w pritchard

The boys say all good things must end someday. [1]

In perceptual darkness cold winds drive discarded leaves about destroying order and civility. Where are you times of triumph?

Gone, gone, all gone. Bitter gall left in your wake.

Who will destroy the autumn leaves and when will we have another chance of Spring rebirth.

Gone, gone, gone, all gone.

[1] Beatles, " Summer Song" written by David Stewart and Keith Noble