A journal of narrative writing.
Fall Strivings

Thumbsized and green
in perfect symmetry
this crisp autumn day
in clusters they ride the branches
bending and rocking
as shifting winds take off
their leaves like unnecessary details

Still perfectly positioned
above this quiet city street
with unsteady traffic
their green hearts aim toward the future
toward that magnificent globe
as yet untouched by gluttonous beaks
Red and weightless
one hangs in that mess of green
and overarching blue sky
incredible to the human eye below

But the season has yet to bring down
the rest into brilliant pools of color
until trampled and rained upon
they will fold their features
into the earth
turn toward the new season
with its limited light
its cold ache beginning
to make them grow heavy
their past already history