Autumn Dream

Leaves dress up in lipstick red and lemon gold to dance in wind that chills the bones. One by one, leaves kiss the ground, goodbye to summer’s blooms. Too soon, the leaves will crinkle brown and crumble to the touch. Autumn isn’t long enough to tire of time that turns to ash in fireplaces, not long enough to pull out sweaters hidden from the heat. I’d like more days of sun that slants and sleeps in teacups cooling in my hands. Autumn is a dream that ends in white.

Too soon 

I’ll wake 

to flakes of snow.  

inspired by:

https://dversepoets.com/2024/09/24/poetics-fall-in-love/

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/in-praise-of-change?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true