Autumn Leaves - Poetry

I hear the leaves crunch under my foot,
Watching the ones on the trees turn red-gold,
Hearing the swallows' cry pierce the silent air,
I feel heartless, without a care,
The dead flowers crack as easy as snow,
I have no idea where to go.

The golden aspen and the red maple all seem to be waiting,
Waiting for me to stomp them down,
The ripened pumpkins slacken their vines.

Autumn, a season of surprises,
Under my feet,
Thriving in great quantities,
Uttering just one word,
"Merciless",
No butterflies seem to be dancing around.

Is this what we have come to?
Such an empty place,
As I pull on my sweater,
And think about the human race.

Quiet, silent trees shiver,
As a cold wind blows through,
Evening falls on my solitary figure,
And leaves fly away.