Fall
It is like that box
Of 64 crayons
Spilled out
And then make a pile
Of bonfire shades
Oranges yellow siennas
Browns vermillions ochres
And now pick a leaf
Use this color, then another
Let the moon
Cast its shadow
Let the chill
Give the hue
A nice crisp
Shake
And now watch each one
Each leaf
A bonfire blossom
A bit of starry nights
And pumpkin fields
Of apple cider dreams
All come
To life