Burn

A spark ignites
red and gold glide down streets
they bring destruction
they bring fear
they bring sadness
a tear drips down my face
as I watch it burn.

Frosted

My house is covered in pure white snow
which decorates it with big white pearls
There are candy canes on my front lawn
spiraling and glittering in the light
The icicles hang from the roof like little spears
threatening to fall at any moment
I break one off and place it in my mouth
and it melts into sugary icing delight

A Day in Fall

The park of red in the midst of grey
tumbling along its destined path
before floating up to where it once fell from
where the green that it was ceases to exist

The sound is the fluttering of a million wings
that fly through the fire colored trees

The air is filled with with the scent of leaves and moss
and the paper which gently flutters beneath my hand
as I stare into the distance and whisper to the wind

The Flame

Red gold
a bit of blue
rising up
to meet the sky

A spark hits the ground
forced by moving air
The wind blows hard
killing colors

I sit beside my dying flame
until it turns to ash