Your left over rays
ignited pin points of leafage.
Like a forest set ablaze,
you came roaring in crimson.
envelopes my senses.
Stand in silent
wonderment, lost in your arms-
As the night wind goes
so I stand on colorous feathered ground.
In the first light
you have arrived cold and uninvited.
now lay down as a monochromatic gray.
Like a used sponge
I tumble to the ground as the trees have wept.
A stunted season now transformed.