The Leaves, leaving

Taking out the trash

a tree backlit in the parking lot light

glows like a soft ripe mango

Beneath the gray sodden sky

across the street from my shop

foliage blends into the brick wall

On a morning run there’s a tree

shaped like a mushroom, exploding

flames flickering upward

At a corner, a signpost maple

taillight red, shouting staccato

See me, see me, see me

Leafy confetti thrown into the wind

a raucous circus of color

gardens of cherry tomato red, chili orange

after a hard frost, gone

Memoirous