An Autumn Poem
October 15, 2009
Autumn has come
and fires have been lit.
The forests ablaze;
trees engulfed in flames.
There is the sparkle of evening red,
the shimmer of yellow gold,
and a whisper of green
— soon lost —
to the howling winds.
Then there is the ashes’ brown,
covering crooked spikes
reaching for silver skies;
the brown
that soon will be
shed.