• Leaves fall listlessly from the tree savoring every last breath,

    The wind, nature's caress, its hand of judgment,

    Not idly do they fall, no hope now that summer is past.

    Beauty diminished but not forgotten, helpless to retribution,

    The world punished; repent for vanity.

    Ice, your sentence, vainly cast.

    Cruel sparkle and glimmer, spiteful of life.

    Terrible beauty; fire has come.