Exit Stage Right

it’s a beautiful random gift,

completely unexpected unprepared for,

instead of the day’s epilogue

an overture a single spotlight

a Midas moment

burnishing such ordinary trees

from drab to brilliance

stopping me in my tracks

eyes transfixed

for fear I might miss a second

of this amber blaze,

beneath, the willows forget to bow

stretching up like waking children

tricked and confused

as man and nature both rejoice

to witness this spectacular

fleeting cinder spark

that blinks and slowly exhales

as finally the solar curtain falls

Published by grahamrsherwood