The leaves are burning
so high
flames chirping out
the pathway is blocked
a black mark
left behind
all the heat
is left unwind
turned clothes
below the sky
every whole is shattered
sight
smoke, robbing into the eyes
our vision at first
is cloud
heavy but no rain to fall
crossing it, path
will need more water
let's not allow it's mark
to be on us
Autumn leaves have no mercy
but summer will be the oven.
