A FALL POEM

 

FALL WALK

or

(I FORGOT TO PACK A FIRE EXTINGUISHER)

Fire above me.

Fire below me.

Wind rushes through

the tree top canopy.

 Ablaze with vibrant hues of

 yellow, orange, and red.

Branches throw glowing orbs,
radiant leafy shapes, 

to my burning feet

 I hear them cackle,

"Fire...Fire...Fire"

                                      C.W.L.