Geometric chaos in red and orange, forests full of pyres
Sending up sacramental flames of death and birth:
The Unrequited Autumn, stilling in elusive smoke.
She twists and turns as she rises, mooning over lunar beams,
Always drifting, her only permanence is her insistent change.
With lupine grace, she breaks through to the sky
Never to return to me.
Author notes
I'm really ready for Fall.
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