Autumn Flames

Autumn Flames                 November 8, 2009

God has torched the daytime sky 

In leafy flames of red, yellow and orange.

The sun descends into the cauldron, 

Furling clouds in with with Autumn leaves.

For a week, two or three, you may see

The unending fate of Divine providence

That happens along with the latter Equinox,

Only to have the wood left barren

By a gray day's rain when nature decided it was time.

Sundown, like a phoenix, rises again

In its perpetual motion of killing day,

The afore mentioned flame torching the horizon

Like scorched Earth, the tree tops like used matches and all.

As November flips over into December,

This pattern becomes the norm,

The midlife crisis commisserates into a prolonged death,

A sorrow we must bear for another year.

However still this time may be,

We will always have memories of Autumn flames.