Inspired by Suji Kwock Kim

Where once you stood, bleeding into the dank soil
now palest primrose thrives, as blushing children
thriving and laying in wait for the scythe's cost
to cut them from this bed of soft fire and frost

A gentle garden, so saddened to recoil
amongst the Habiscus and terrible toll
which has been wrought of your grandeurs passing sweep
Oh, autumn leaves, how wickedly you do creep

A battle raged for each unreluctant toil
between harvest and wind's dirunal conflict
now, lest we also fall to your bitter chill
it is time to covet the inner grill