Pressed

The leaves

know

they must go

that their time

has come

to an end

to fiery death

as one compressed

and they blush

while Life

is drained

from the face...

from the dry wrinkled

stem and veins

that in old age

still caress

the sodden

surface

of the Earth

for final place

of rest...

to compost

with the

colors in the

underworld,

of the Universe.

03.21.2023

Myth leaves-color challenge @Ola_8