midday walk

the trail

is carpeted with orange

and yellow,

red leaves

the pigment of their lives

seeping out

onto the black pavement.

puddles

catch the sky

which is undecided

which way to go.

from grey to blue, to

white.

it's a long walk and no one

is out,

but me.

the wind, the coming

cold,

and other things

have kept them inside,

which is fine, i'll walk, i'll

walk.

and breathe.