I am a constant state of autumn.

I am falling leaves and acorns,

Pecans, black walnuts on the ground.

I am the colors burnt orange, sienna,

Crimson, pale yellow and, yet,

Still green.

I am stars that fall in August.

Sighing out wishes, as I die.

I've followed the asteroid belt

Long enough to read the writing.

The Great Wall of the cosmos 

Is covered with glorious graffiti,

And I have learned everything I know from it.

I am wisdom moving downward,

Finishing the Circle of the Sun,

And there is nothing new under it.

-jenn