Autumn the mask of death
I hate those riotous colors
defaces the green leaf
struggles to peek through
shows its disfigured face
knows it will soon be gone
celebrates that dark rainbow
yellow orange red brown
wraps its arcs around
pretends to be summer
an unexpected rainstorm
at the picnic of our lives
blows fiercely into
the icy fingers of winter
grips the season’s throat
doesn’t let go until
every bit of green and sun
warmth choked out
Summer a limp body
our arms can’t hold
Demeter weeps
glares into the distance
Hades steals her daughter again
Published in Spank The Carp