Autumn Ode

 Rubifolium

As trees lose their summer-time silhouette,

I slim, too—

Undone by Autumn,

Stripped into a colored frenzy

Of wings.

As the wind scatters my soul
Across the pavement,

My mind skitters into gullies and corners,

Heaping up hopes like dried vermillion. 

S.P.

*A poem I wrote a few years ago, 

a picture I took a few days ago,

All things come back to red.