Riot

It seemed to come quietly.

Not unexpected you understand,

There is a history of such things,

A cycle, a turning of leaf.

It didn’t come in heat.

No, there’d been a bit of coolness in the land,

We were past the sweating,

Past that grief.

It just dawned one morning.

A shift of time, like hourglass sand.

A sudden breeze that drew up the eye

And then a riot of relief.

All across the horizon

A giant blazing waving rainbow band

The splattered pallet of changing leaves

Colors beyond belief

And as suddenly as they burst upon us,

With a display short and grand,

The colors were all stolen

By Jack Frost, the chilling thief.

Now in the riot aftermath

I rustle across the yard and stand

In the brown and brittle corpses I must rake

To my chagrin and grief. 

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All photos by the author.