i tried: poems from a lost soul

Fall

This week I learned

That between summer green and autumn red

Maples turn a brilliant dark burgundy. 

How fortuitous, that I should catch them in their most magnificent moment

Transient glory

A colour scale (coloured scale) of the changing seasons. 

Except. 

Turns out the Crimson King is not-crimsom all summer long, 

And the few greenish leaves are from lack of sun. 

Ha. What a joke. 

But perhaps, I, too, have been not-crimsom this whole time

Always been ready

For fall.