Leaves like petals
Dyeing the wind
In bright scarlet and red,
Dancing, deceiving,
Never turning away.

It"s just smoke and mist mixing,
In my and your heads.
Descending
Revelations.
There"s no truth in this Fall.

And I"m watching the sunlight
Of your and my days,
So different
That it"s painful.
I wonder if there"s more.

Dreams of twilight
Clothing the air
In low crimson and gold.
It"s just mist and smoke mixing
On a bleak Autumn day.