Autumnal light invades my eyes–

succulent ochre, crisp as wind.

By autumn beauty I am undone;

every October, resistance unstrung.

My verdant heart unstoppably fills,

spills such streams of fluttering gold.

These burnished trees, a lovely yearly burn,

Shed flesh like ash till only skeletons remain,

Warming each other with the light

As every sunset slips them deeper into night.