Porcelain Leaves

Let go.

Drifting, swaying, gliding... wait, no

they Fall, sublime.

A spectrum of warmth.

reflecting the sunshine

watch them glow

or a spicy blush 

igniting the throws

and how about a paper bag 

to round off the show.

Porcelain leaves blow.

carrying the time for us all

bringing change as it draws

the sweet tart bouquet of Fall.

Watch as the hallmark of Autumn calls.

-Deneé J.

(photography & poem by me)