A leaf flitters away in the wind
The peak of fall, hues of orange, red, yellow
Flowing with fury into the corners of a country home’s porch
Taking up space until brown decay soaks through
Burning a dark shadow of its shape into the pavement
Branding the earth, back into the soil
When the winter kicks up the remains
I can still feel its warmth
Red, orange, yellow
At the peak of Fall