Lions Mane

Sunset skies 

azalea highs,

chartreuse clouds of

purple flames..

Forest leaves of 

metal flaking,

colors psyche

delic rain.. 

Fires to warm

until the spring

although their brilliance 

slowly fades..

The forest floor 

at last receiving 

all the beauty 

that she gave..

Littered thick 

upon the Earth 

trees leave flowers 

on her grave..

Tho’ the colors 

fade and fall

in nature’s beauty 

she is saved ~