Red scarves and rakes
Pumpkins and plum cakes
Grey mittens and gatherings around a fireplace
The earth has a blanket of yellow, orange and reds
Stolen from the trees,
Shiny candy wrappers glittering since Halloween
A gust of wind, smoke from cottages curling around,
My branch complies and lets me out,
I float, I fly, I flutter to the ground
On top of the others, I see all this just in time
Soon I’ll be drowned
By other yellow, orange and reds
All the other lookalikes of me that the trees will shed
