Hannah Kim
life through the seasons
i see remnants of past mistakes
linger in the leaves
their apparitions cling to the motley mix
the autumn foliage,
a mosaic of should haves, could haves
nature is not patient
nature does not wait
and before we know it,
green bleeds red, from go to stop
i reflect upon my grandfather
he would count the trickling leaves
outside his window sill
before resorting to counting the days
he went without calls returned
the leaves land on earth mound
until trees are worn bare
shamed by their lanky silhouettes
until honey amber and mahogany
brew into a malicious, bruised brown
until life comes to a stop.