If I fell, would you hear it? Feel it?

My legs ache from carrying this weight; my knees buckle with each step.
I don’t know how much further I can go.
Something pulls me along when all I want to do is sink in the decaying leaves.
Someday soon, I just might.

Yellows and oranges of autumn cry out, each leaf begging to be seen in one last explosion.
Only, I see them as final flames burning against the stark coldness of winter — defiant.
Until you, I’ve never seen them so vibrant.