““A fire burns in the evening sky Breaking like an egg in a pan A sea of yellowish orange spreads In accordance with divine plan. Vibrant paint drips to the edge Of ashen clouds drifting past The sun is a messy painter Every brush stroke massive and vast. The clouds are like matches Starting as fiery flame Then fading to ashes A burning passion, tamed. The red, orange, yellow leaves On the ground in this season Reflect the colors of the sky, and The sunlight that used to feed them. A September sunset beaming Down as a sailor's last call A herald for the coming winter A message, enjoy the fleeting fall. ””
