I had a dream of rain
That washed the paint away
And woke to find it so
As droplets hung from
Autumn
Stripping color
Crimson and magenta
Slipping from the point of every leaf
As hints of gold and russet
Dripped to sepia
And sepia dripped to sketch of
Pen and ink
And lingering flowers faded
Like a lifeblood slowly
Drained away from cheek
The rouges pooled and seeped
Into the soil from
Whence their palette was begun
And white complexion
Blinked
And stared into the sun



Sara Mathews     December 2015