red splash of sumac
fall’s herald late arrival
spells doom for The show
fall’s herald late arrival
spells doom for The show
seasons come and go at will
nothing is ever promised
nothing is ever promised
a few leaves on ground
the unraveling begins
time to embrace change
against light’s dying
fields being cut and gathered
sheaves of summer gold
after long cold spell
trees burst in boldest colors
time for last photo
the fortunate ones
dressed in formal dress colors
others sway naked