A Free Verse Of Fall Poem by A.Z. McCoy

The last leaves wave on winded tremble
Victory parade confetti
Yet released
I remember them not long ago
Seussian and shimmering
Before their slow drain of life
Took toll,
Farther back in buds of forgotten
How long to the fissure
Of end and beginning
The dark trees grow humble in
Autumn's withered mosaic
Days passed on soldier's rifle
Meeting night at earlier hours
With our ghostly silhouettes
Sliding rings
On vesper's closing hand
In these shades to
Spread ominous blanket
Over a holiday's cheer
The underhanded peace accord
Those hours we walked at dusk
Not recognizing the howls swirled
'Round fires we set
'Cross this land
Many names we bowed to lust
To quell these places
And now the leaves dangle
O'er this conquered landscape
Last ribbons and laurels ready
To fall, ready to cast
Small shadows in spiral
The war bugle sounds
For a spun dance downward