Bright Red Leaf

Little scoundrel

Name of leaf,

No one knows

He's a thief.

 

The shadows stretch,

The birds fly south,

And summer's a word

Of ash in the mouth

 

When all of a sudden

The colors are gone

But for a red leaf

On a brown lawn.

 

Pitiful world,

Dead so soon!

Apocalypse party,

Red balloon.

 

Like a flame

Feeds on wood,

Like a flea

Drunk on blood.