Yellow, orange, red—
the becoming of autumn,
bleeding out through leaves.
Autumn bleeds
Greetings!
Sunshine raining down,
a lovely kiss good morning:
roadside raspberries.
Morning, sunshine!
Through my window bars,
descending, cold as judgement:
early morning fog.
The dot
A blemish-free sky,
made up with strong foundation—
a birth mark, the moon.
The burning
Pop, pop, crackle, pop,
sound of tiny hearts breaking:
trees felled for firewood.
