Leaves on the sidewalk.

They crack as I walk,

I know they must be talking to me.

I know they are warning me.

 

With each step another one dies,

They’re like stars

turning themselves off.

It hurts every time.

Although I know

They’re no longer alive,

I still believe in their light.

 

Autumn comes like a thief

in the night.

Slow moves and sharp knives

It knows what it wants.

Undressing trees and blowing candles.

 

Suddenly Summer is gone.