Autumn

By Teddy Giourard

I wish autumn had gone differently 
Can’t we paste the leaves back on the trees?

Before the leaves were brown
November, and her cruel winds
Before they were crimson
October, the betrayal of friends
Before they started to change
September, and the original sin 
I’m tired of the moral victory 
I just want to win 

Let me be greedy for a change

The leaves are falling
I keep calling
Out for help 
Like the chorus of a song 
I need to end

The leaves are falling
The leaves are my hair
The leaves are my heart and my humor 
I am going to end up a withered tree
Grasping at the sky for help 
My arms, outstretched branches
And the Sun will whisper “no”.