Persimmon Tree - Midnight Movies

Grey clouds fly in autumn skies

Stark black stems bleed amber

Bright orange, dark red, pull, hanging fruit

Lingers dripping ripe

The wind spits them into the earth

A sea of golden hair and dirt

Splitting open, bursting ripe

Sacrifice precious, slow syrup

Feeding, loving, yielding life

Sucked up shriveled skin left to die

The end is here to begin again

There’s no time for what you believe in

Seeds will blow and rain will come

Furry feeds and kills as one