Acck! Sorry!

 I'm so sorry I haven't been posting. Here's a poem for you:

Leaf Fall

Crimson leaves fall to the ground as if nothing is wrong. 

Their nearly silent crinkling is something more like a song. 

Snow falls down in silent waves, too early for Fall.

In a big world, everything makes you feel so small. 

The shame, the anger, and aggression too, the rage, the horrible hate, 

That people bring with them everywhere, makes the love a little bit late.