It is an illusion, Autumn

the splendor of color

on hillside groves

leaves ready for deathly depart

before a sheet of white

is pulled over lawns.


It was Spring’s propaganda

that money is green

the prosperous labor of seasons

emerging from trees

as if we were born from a root

growing into branches

that bore a promise

from any season at all.




Ā© Tammy Mezera 2015

(Book- In and Out of Unison)