Inhale – Sharp, shallow, and cold.
Exhale – Self- made fog

White on the green, but not too heavy,
Just enough to remind me that everything is dying.

But the beauty of it all is the bed of red.
The bed of red,
The bed of orange,
The bed of yellow,
The bed of brown.
All strewn together is what makes autumn…autumn.


But you didn’t inhale that sharp cold air
And so you didn’t exhale that self-made fog.

That white on green is your skin on your favorite chair.
Just enough to remind me that everything dies.

But the beauty of it all is that you were in peace.

So I’ll lay you down on that bed of red
To be with all the rest.

Because it was your love that made autumn…autumn.