She was called Autumn
because her hair was fiery
and her eyes were brown.
Because she held onto the past as desperately
as the dying leaves clung to the trees.

She was called Autumn
because bits of her were constantly
being whisked away by the wind
and her heart was always on fire.

She was called Autumn
because she was her prettiest
when she was half dead or dying.
And because she was always
falling apart.