Autumn rebels
Changing color
Letting loose
Leaves dancing through the breezes
Tumbling down the streets
Clinging tightly to each other
In licentious piles
There’s always one though
That rebel’s rebel
Stark alone against the asphalt
Or against a concrete matte
Showing off his brightness
Delicious veins in contrast
Did he drift there unintended
Did he choose an isolated pose
Is he waiting for the next gust
To add him to the crowd
The vibrant masses drying
As the shades begin to fade
Edges curling in the crisp cool
Autumn light
