I love to examine
your true color
Before you fall
Deceived so long
by your green demeanor
and subtle guise
you bled fuchsia red
suited majestic, shed mystic orange
Your limbs made bare to cynical winds.
Your roots held firm, gathered strength
Posturing well to running storms.
Who fed you this deception?
Hapless mischances of visage?
Spun you into a phantasmagoric twist?
Honestly you bleed well in true colors
simmered sweet in cinnamon brown
Broiled and burnished in bronze oils
But genuine hues steam in passing moments
fleeting as conjuring winds hastily sweep
fallen beauty flurries to distant places
Understanding a beauty she cannot keep
Written for November PAD challenge