Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust: like children playing tag. Tumbling to shelter under, or it is to the brick wall. Tears from heaven hit cheeks from the side, and lash down to toe: and the whole becomes a sea. I am swept away in it's fury: each wave crest seeks shores, and pours itself away; to abandon. Cherishing that kiss with earth. Fury must find it's rock; be diminished in ecstasy, and sink into nothing. Before turning into life.