This week
the trees
are turning
the deepest shade
of orangey
burnt umber,
one last
glorious profusion
of intense hue,
viewed through
a rich
golden spill
of sunshine
poured like honey
from the pot.
The leaves
are
striving to
match the tones
of the pumpkins
in their
garden plot -
one last burst
before
the winds of winter
blast them
down
and away.
So soon,
these golden
burnt orange
days and
evenings
will make
their seasonal
transition-
almost undetected-
inconspicuously
as a suitor,
having wooed you
with such
full and golden
promise,
furtively
sneaks away,
leaving you
to the splendors
of a
solitary
winter.
