by JK K., 16
In the amber glow of fall’s descent,
The breeze storms with the red and orange leaves,
As they twirl and spin in the crisp embrace of the autumn air,
Beneath the golden shade,
Burnt Sienna whispers in the maze,
Of orange hues that gently sails,
In the rusting pile, memories bloom,
A symphony of scent, autumn’s aroma,
They rustle beneath the golden moon,
In the night, a cold breeze weaves,
Flickering flames succumb to the autumn frost,
Whispers of endings on the autumn wind …
Lynchburg, Virginia
Bridge Ink 