autumn

it is the leaves, clinging on

like fingers intertwined through

hands, clenching for vitality.

it is the orange, the crimson, then

purple hues of progression,

the hues of transcendence.

orange, brightly chirping, comfortably

hanging.

crimson, color of fear, leaf fallen.

purple, now lost, now gone no longer

hanging.

it is the fall of life, the dancing of

pigments and the parallel of

human life.

Julie Martinez