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
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.