The leaves dance in their forest fire pallet
above the shifting mists.
This riot of color
fragile and lovely in its temporal struggle.
Autumn will wander away as her dress goes to pieces
Like so much ash
to be washed over by bright snows.
Still, I am sure this is her home, and she will return
because she is loveliest here.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
The leaves dance in their forest fire pallet
above the shifting mists.
This riot of color
fragile and lovely in its temporal struggle.
Autumn will wander away as her dress goes to pieces
Like so much ash
to be washed over by bright snows.
Still, I am sure this is her home, and she will return
because she is loveliest here.
