Fall (2nd draft)

Wind sweeps me off feet, away from eden's weeds, ankles buried. Gaze momentarily peeks overhead scenery between steepest seas of greenery so clearly breached, sun beams cleave trees' canopies as they breathe. Grieving the reasons seasons recede, summer's heat retreats before fall will weep each and every red leaf. Beneath bark heart still beats like machinery, arteries bleed and release debris, branches secreting seeds til winter's freeze renders timbers' limbs empty. Arms that reach for sweet reverie of the breeze but instead creaking knees disagree as body pleas for relief, searching for fleeting serene peace in frigid degrees. Featureless creature seized by defeat no safety, plagued by diseased vulnerabilities. But time's slipstream reality the only guarantee; though no belief that letting go means I'm free with nothing to keep yet memories heavily weighing down beleaguered dreams. So I still seek; each piece of autumn melancholy potpourri, fragrantly reminding me as I sleep.