Fall
  By Salomé Starbuck

In the trilling light of autumn
as the sun falls slowly south
shimmying
its resin glow
slanted red reflections
rise
from cooling soil
evaporation silvers
in the shadow
mirroring a light
the autumnal reflection
to which I aspire
shimmering
sloping
the bright glimpse
a slender space
I am so fond of
and used to
I warm
to the land that leaves
red sand caked between my toes
vibrating orange and green glows
atmospheric breathing
wind crisp with azure floes
brisk
the damp smell of rain
and rotting leaves
fallen