fall down.

a north wind shoves and
darkness descends from the east.
the leaves shudder and surrender
losing color before plunging off the branch.
seasonal suicide.
i stop and stare.
you can't help but watch tragedy.
it sucks you in and shakes you
from the inside out
until it releases you, breathless.
pull your coat up tightly;
say nothing of the scene.
here come the stars.