Central Park, October 14th, 2016
Autumn does not suddenly shishito
Like an unexpected spice of chance
From Vibrant Green to paling yellow
She will blossom, decay, and dance.
A contraction of color, like a Braxton-Hicks
Is not false nor insignificant.
Each burst upon the leaves - action sticks
The wavelengths pour pure magnificence
In small significance
Fall descends
lick
by
lick.
Soon all green will envy auburn.
The winds will blow beyond return,
the trees adorned, the ground acorned -
And, baby, Autumn will soon be born.