Fall Ing: and I Wish You Were Here

wild fire spreads through the trees they sway uncertainly and drop their bright burdens lightly to the floor my boots make crunchy colorful confetti and i frown at the people quickly gathering up the flames with their rakes, burning them as if they couldn't get rid of the beauty fast enough i breathe in the smoke and the crisp air stuffing each lonely hand into empty pockets head bowed, but with a slight smile i think of you