Patches
I cannot seem to
Let go of my leaves
But all of the other trees
Barren by the breeze
Get confettied with a luminescent foliage
Red and green

Always autumn
Always autumn

Blossom little diode
To flowers of the dead season
Hibernate behind the snowfall
Hear the old call
To the ode we call the new year
And I’ll be here
Where the dew runs, runs, runs, the dew runs, runs
Kissing your neck of the woods

I am
Always Autumn
Always Autumn