Until the Leaves Fell

The rot set in early

There was nothing to be done
For a soul already torn by being opened prematurely

The rot set in early

She never wore the dress
Except on days she knew the sun would charm her

The rot set in early

His tree spread arms enveloped every hope
And held her still through every possible disruption

Until the leaves fell

Who could have known?
What would give and what would take and who to trust?
When winter came she was warmed
by it's inevitability

Inside her the spring holding back

The rot set in early

It took
She barely felt it
But shook
Still, almost from convention