Jagged leaf edges
Crisping with
Heat of frictious
Ultraviolence
As stabbed by
Serrated
Switchblades of sun
And shade
They burn
And ebb away
Puddles in gutters
By wind to blow
Of dusk
And shadow
Wine drenched bark
And branches hark
To coming dawn
Near dark
As wine turns whiter
And cresting light further
Set upon autumn
To drench in more fire
In umber clad
Cutting amber can
Reverse twilight
Sparking near dark
Leaves in their drains
Meant for storms
Now shimmer with dew
Cloaking their forms
For what morning is
Complete without
A conflict of
Frost and fire
As the near dark shades
Die to the blade
And sun breaks branches
Through leaves to stain
Dry blood
In gutters
Consume Reality! 