Fall poem 63

fall....
orange and saffron
cinnamon and nutmeg
celery and pepper
greengoldred....
when i was
a little girl
he was shot
and everything
changed forever
when the sunlight was poised and
the clouds
parted
my world burned
and
the deadliest
of winters
set in
the guardians
of the
new world
order
took my dream
snatched out
from my arms
and left us in
this strange new
land
as food
for a
beast with
no end
that no
amount of suffering
or souls
could ever
fill its need
and now
we2 r lost
children
while the
dogs of war
eat our limbs
while we still live and
scream
out in
pain and
agony amiss
the memories
of leaves falling gently to the ground..