The leaves fell at the beginning and in the end,
whirly crisp colors swirling, a cub to protect,
Prayerfully seeking shalom in the home,
Instead, incessant degredation in word & tone,
Protect your peace,
Fate allowed no release,
Or was it grief?
No need to pretend,
Once lovers but were we friends?
The leaves fell at the beginning and in the end