Green bleeds of plants
Drenched on the edges of the eyes
When tears fill and fall from the outside
Not to be confused with dew that paints them when autumn blinks hello

They are whispering to us again
It is time to let go

What was in the spring crisp and plump
Quickly turns to mush from moisture that comes at this season of life
Soon all will be still for what feels like forever
Until flowers blink to life again like they never left

~Abby