The World Was Aflame With Fall
By: Abi Rexrode

And I stood among the smoldering leaves

Wondering if this was nature’s offering,

Some tender vibrancy to recall

Amid the ashen season to come,

Or a visual dying breath,

One last sputter of radiating life

Containing its reincarnating soul.

If so I celebrate

And hope my own existence burns as bright

When I too stare down that freezing finale.