The autumn colors are painted on the leaves.
The wind lifts and drops the leaves
so they seem to jiggle, and little drops of rain
slide from the tips to land on a lost branch.
Fallen comrades give off a faintly musty scent
that mixes with the smell of burning wood.
A hidden lake lies in wait
for those daring to take the plunge
and remember the summer.
The veiled sun still manages to reflect
on the water, enticing people
to take a look at the secrets underneath.
-Jessica Root, Coventry-