The wall clock ticks faster as light recedes,
While shadows steal the colors of the fall.
I hold these memories like quiet seeds,
But feel my spirit fade beyond recall.
The fire burns to ashes in the grate;
No strength remains to build a higher spire.
I leave the world to its own final fate,
And close the gate upon the dying fire.
From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post based on the word expire. Write a post in exactly 9 sentences.
