a wheel of color follows each step. nothing is muted. nothing is grey.
today the sky churns blue
today the birds swoop in haste, and the crows come at me willingly,
taunting me.
I fight back. crunch the earth, quicken my step,
hold my breath
and hide behind the sullen rain-drenched beech.
Where the transparent leaves trace a skeleton of summer.
fall has come.
