That last chance to make a presence felt
Before going off on a long dream
A final attempt to soar and shine
As the sharp winds clip your wings
Leaf by leaf
Like a candle that burns
Violent, grand, desperate
Just before it fades into smoke
And all that’s left are the dry, burnt out insides
And as the sky turns grey
You glow even brighter
From a blazing gold to a smouldering red
A glimmer of warmth in those fiery hues
Before the long night of winter
Envelops you in snow
Cold, quiet, complete.