When it’s fall
And the world
Becomes a closet
Full of
Cedar-scented
Trench coats
In shades of
Yellow
And rich
Cocoa brown

Nature is getting
Dressed
In its Sunday best

Velvet scarves
Drape over the clouds
As October cries
Cold tears

The park across the street
Is a copper inkwell:
Fall proclaims its
Testament

The wind commands
The trees

And the quill trembles in
His hand