The forest looks painted with dabs of bright color, a pointillist mural of the leaves' last hurrah. Soon, it'll turn twiggy, and sing desolation, and invite the fog in to soften sharp lines. Then one day you'll notice leaves glowing in sunlight. Their green will be golden from warm yellow rays. The maturing forest will darken its greenness, turning to sober tones that blot out the light.
saffron-tinged leaves languidly wobble to mimic the dance of flame
The fallen leaves
of a sheltered tree
form a shadow
made of yellow,
a pointillist shadow
painted yellow,
‘til the wind blows
angled and low
to send that shadow
on its way -
or ‘til the leaves
turn brown and crisp…
whichever comes first.
the evergreen’s
time to shine: when the last
leaf has fallen
leaves are falling
throughout the city, &
someone sweeps them up
one autumn tree
contains all the colors:
spring green to winter ____
when Fall leaves are green
and pale yellow, i get
citrus autumn mind
autumn graveyard -- one tree holds its leaves for no one in particular
the !n(tro)verted yogi 