At the mile marker on my walk,
A leaf-nado joined me,
A whirlwind of fallen leaves.

Gently cycling up, with a tail trailing back behind,
A fall bride, not too feminine,
But gallantly she strode
A half a block to the altar,
But there, she fell apart.

The train of her gown fell on the street.
The brightly colored leaves
That had adorned her bodice like sequins
Lay there lifelessly.
As her towering torso caved,
She, halting, dropped my hand,
And whispered with her ultimate breath,
"Stay young while you still can."

-jenn