Autumn Sets Fire by Zachary Franck
Woodlands echo with vibrant syncopation,
A momentous breeze brings silent vacation.
Rosebuds fade into crisp leaves,
Different colors fall from each tree.
Ripples drift in unison with the soft clouds above,
Lilly pads sat still in the sun and found love.
Shining hills of rolling pines,
Dirt paths without yellow lines.
Finches whistle at the pretty ladies as they pass by,
Up and over the branches, I wish their wings were mine.
Someday they will be,
If Mother Nature is kind.
This evening the horizon seems too low,
It should be much higher,
Summer nights send smoke signals,
Autumn sets fire.