Autumn

I walked down the pathway,
Autumn leaves scattered all around,
A warm red, a pale yellow, a harsh brown crackled

Gentlemen bent over,
Evergreen and cool,
Shedding as days went by.

The wind bit at my hands,
Crawling into my jacket,
Chills down my spine

Walking down this path,
I am not alone,
Autumn watches me pass through

Chaos

She watched from above, her bloodshot eyes piercing the glass. It shattered, bringing the others to attention. Looking up, they saw her. Pale, evanescent and cold; her gown floated through the abyss. She glared at the warm beings, knocking over objects in her way, her hair flying. Thunder filled the air as doors and windows banged open; shards of glass pierced the walls. She passed through, fuming. Then all was quiet.