five on friday || and a poem

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
~Albert Camus

Autumn by Mary Hamrick


Autumn is like an old book:
Marred spines turn mean yellow,
staples rust red-orange.

Every stained page is stressed
by a splat of color. Rough-red,
like an old tavern,
we become hungry birds
and prepare for fall.
Shape and shadow are candied citron
as lanterns turn bitter yellow. Autumn
is a red fox, a goblet filled with dark wine,
a hot chilli pepper with smoky eyes.

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Hello autumn, you really are my favorite.